싱글맘 Novels & Stories

she remarked, smiling suggestively. Their possibilities glistened on an open road that stretched into the future. Decisions needed to be made and questions needed to be addressed. For the time being, though, they were content to stand as a new family, glowing with a common victory. Once rife with uncertainty, the journey of a single mother has become a monument to the enduring power of friendship, love, and the unwavering spirit of a woman who dared to dream and create her own life.

“You been busy, Zee, runnin’ that fuckin’ parlour properly for the first time in forever. The guys come in here after work almost every day, and tell everyone how you’re killin' yourself to get it together and organized, then goin' home to be Mom, then you’re back again the next day hours before anyone else shows up. You got your hands full, so if you think I’m gonna knock you for not droppin’ by here every day to get loaded, you’re wrong.” “Well,” she began, feeling embarrassed. Wolf was making her sound like a damn superhero, and all she was, really, was a single mother… just like the approximately other ten million single mothers in the U.S., many of whom were also holding down jobs while

"I'm just saying that you're not always there for me, that you're not always available to talk to me, to listen to me, to be there for me when I need you." Mrs. Valerie's expression didn't change, but her voice became even more angry. "I'm always there for you," she said. "I'm always working to provide for you, to give you the best life possible. You have no idea how hard it is to be a single mother, to work and raise a child on my own."

I blamed myself for it. There are a lot of single moms in the pack. I saw how hard life was for them. Taking care of their child or children while trying to make ends meet. They were the inspiration behind the foundation that I made. We built a community where their children would be taken care of while they earn their living. There was a moment when I told Mateo how his pack was not as generous as Mystic Moon in terms of being a single parent, only to embarrass myself when he told me that it was Kelly who declined to be in the care of such a community.

It was a quiet encouragement, one I hadn’t realized I needed. “You ever feel like no matter what you do, you’re screwing it all up?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. She chuckled softly, the sound light and unforced, “Every single day. Single mom life, right?” I blinked, startled, “You’re a single mom?” She nodded, her expression softening, “Yeah. My son, Noah, is five. His dad left when he was a baby, so it’s just been the two of us ever since.”

Her smile stays the same, only now her eyes fill with sympathy. “It will be okay even if you are expecting twins. I wouldn’t tell you it would be scarier, and I won’t tell you it won’t be harder. Especially since you indicated that you are doing this on your own with a best friend for support. Is that correct?” No hint of judgement to be heard. I nod tears gathering in my eyes. “We have lots of programs to help. When we reach the birthday party we will have you all set. We have groups for single moms you can start going to next week if you want. But all that can wait, right now let’s see how many babies we need to plan for before we stress all that okay?”

This other woman must have hypnotized him. "Here is her picture." he handed me a picture. "She is a single mum," he added. I smiled, a single mum dared to try to steal my man to herself. I laugh hysterically. Getting rid of her will be fun. She and her daughter can join the collection of other ladies who tried to take Malcolm from me. I'll make sure to give her the best spot in the graveyard. "Where can I find this bitch?"

And so, armed with determination, love, and the unwavering belief that a single mother could shape her own destiny, I continued to evolve—transforming from a feeble, destitute girl into a powerful, independent woman who would stop at nothing to provide a future filled with endless possibilities for herself and her beloved child. Months turned into years, and my journey as a single mother continued to unfold. With each passing day, I witnessed my child growing, their laughter filling our home with warmth and joy. The sacrifices I had made were no longer burdens but badges of honor, symbols of the strength and resilience that defined our lives.

he explained, “bro, I used to think all those things but am also scared of heartbreak and a broken home, I prefer to be a single mom,” Susan said, “Please, get those things off your skull, how can you be thinking of becoming a single parent when you can still get married and make a good wife, and build a happy home, please, be on the lookout for a good guy that will marry you,” Zack said, “bro, I will try my best but I can't be going up and down begging for relationships,” Susan said,

She was angry that a man had gotten her daughter pregnant and was leaving her to fend for the baby all by herself. “No, Mom,” Veil shook her head. She couldn't believe that after everything that had happened, she still couldn't say anything bad about Anders or allow anyone to do the same. “He offered to be there. Anders apologized a million times and wanted to put me in the best antenatal care in Mexico. He offered to move me to a mansion where I could get anything I wanted with people at my beck and call. But those aren't the things I want, Mom.” “Veil Hart,” her mother called softly. “I know you're strong-willed like me, pushing through life no matter what it tosses at you. But being a sin