What's worse that a mother of two who still lives with her mother in a two bedroom house? Nothing. I work one job as a mechanic and my mom hates my boyfriend Dexter. I plan on moving out soon with my boyfriend but it is just too hard for me, I'm Taquana Malcolm and this is my story of how hard it is living with your mom.
I woke up on the uncomfortable air mattress in the old storage room in my mother's house. My newborn son Dexter Jr was sleeping beside me as my three year old son Victor was sound asleep on the couch in the living room. I heard someone open the front door and close it. I heard flip flops so I supposed it was my mother, Stephanie. I ignored and stayed sleep til I smelled a delicious scent cooking in the kitchen. It wafted through the air and I immediately got out of bed to discover. My mom was there making a good breakfast.
"Smells good ma." I said eagerly sitting at the table. She nodded and continued cooking. She always had an attitude in the morning then at night She goes to the club.
"Yep I'm making a big breakfast for me and my boyfriend Dretavious." She said plainly. I sighed. Dretavious was her stuck up poor low down boyfriend. My little sister, Teneisha, who was eighteen, adored him somehow.
"What about me?" I said with puppy dog eyes. She shook her head and went to the cabinet taking out a box of half empty Fruit Loops and smacked it on the table right in front of me. I sighed.
"You're twenty four Taquana, you have two arms and feet. You need to act like it. I won't be here to do EVERYTHING for you." She said eating a piece of bacon.
I sighed again, I need to get the fuck away from her and everyone one else.
