Thoughts and Random Things

Mom Story

My kids just don't listen. I try so hard to be a good mom, but I hate to see any of them sad, so I'm very lenient with punishment. Too lenient. They never have any consequences for their wrongdoings, so they just keep doing wrong.

One night I got sick of it. I had to get out of that goddamn house with the unruly kids and the unholy amount of disrespect. So I went for a drink, leaving my favorite daughter Toasty in charge. She never broke the rules as much as her siblings. Tay broke the rules most often. It was Tay that pushed me past the breaking point.

So I went out to drink and came home drunk and passed out on the floor. Tay tried many things to get me awake, including stabbing me in the shoulder. The blood loss made me fall into a coma.

4 years later, I woke up out of the coma. "Kids, I'm home! Kids?" I walked around house looking. There was no trace of anyone ever being there. I sighed, about to give up. Then I saw a note on the counter.

Mom,
I met this nice stranger today. He said we could live with him and that he'd let us buy a dog. Also he has a very large dick. Bye Bitch.
--Tay

I put the note back down on the counter. I sniffed and blinked back tears. "K-kids?"

I searched all around world, but couldn't find any of my children, not even Skai. I cried myself to sleep every night.

I still remember the last conversation I ever had with my psychologist Dr. Dude.

Catie: Still no luck finding any of my kids.

Dr. Dude: I'm sorry to hear that.

Catie: I just feel like such a terrible mother. I thought I raised them well, always telling them not to take advantage of people and not to trust strangers and to remain abstinent until a legal age. But they all took it the wrong way. They took advantage of my comatose state, went with a complete stranger, and got raped and left me here to die. I think they thought I was already dead. At least Tay cared enough to leave a note, although I get the vibe that she just put it there as a joke.

Dr. Dude: Well, how have you been sleeping?

Catie: I take 3 sleeping pills a night. Sometimes even that's not enough so I just stay awake and wallow in my misery. I've tried getting pregnant again, but I quit both my jobs and don't have enough money for good semen. And I sure don't want another man. That'd just make me more stressed.

Dr. Dude: I'm sorry, Catie, but I'm afraid I can't help you anymore.

Catie: Oh, that's okay. I'll just [sniff] stay at home all day [wipes tears] and hope that my landlord doesn't get sick of me....

I'm just so alone these days.... I got a dog now, but I have no money to feed him. He'll probably starve in a few more weeks and I'll get arrested for animal abuse. But at least I'll be put in a prison where I get to see other people. Plus, food and shelter are free so maybe it won't be so bad. I pop a pill.

I thought that I HAD to stay alive just so I could see my kids again, but then I just gave up hope

I was about to jump off the bridge when someone randomly hugged me from behind. "Get off me, Dr. Dude." I spit. "Now's not the time." I shake the arms off me and take a step forward, letting my foot dangle off the ledge.

"I'm not Dr. Dude," says the voice behind me. I whip around.

"TAYYY!" I exclaim as we wrap our arms around each other in a tight hug. Ray might break the rules a lot, but that doesn't mean she doesn't care.