I am a single mother raising two sons. We live in a small two-bedroom apartment. It’s incredibly challenging to support myself and my two children. My parents help out a bit, but it’s still not enough.
I met Nathan at a local community event. He was a native of the bustling city, complete with his own apartment. Our relationship quickly moved into his place. Soon after, I found myself expecting.
My mother never spoke about my father, but once she told me he had his own family and children. My father knows I exist.
When our daughters grew up, my husband and I thought we could finally breathe a sigh of relief. We had two daughters to support, and it was tough. Both of us worked in a factory, earning very little, so we had to save on everything. I was proud that my children went to a school that was no worse than the children of wealthy parents. We sacrificed everything so our daughters could have what they needed
My daughter-in-law, Harper, and my son, Isaac, have two young children and recently bought a house. Harper was on maternity leave and planned to return to work, but then she found out she was pregnant again and couldn’t go back. Isaac was left to manage the mortgage and all financial responsibilities on his own.
After our grandfather passed away, he left his house to my sister Victoria and me. Our parents decided to sell it and split the proceeds between us. At the time, I was living with them, working tirelessly and saving every penny for my own place. The inheritance was supposed to be my ticket to independence. But my sister’s actions turned my dream into a nightmare, leading to a fallout that would sever our ties forever.
Barbara and her son Tyler had been estranged for years. During an unexpected encounter, Tyler pretended not to recognize his own mother. Barbara, a single mother, had sacrificed everything to provide for Tyler, working tirelessly to ensure he had a good life. But when she needed him the most, his response was unimaginably cruel.
