The Half Full Glass

Um: Moderately Long Stem Leading Up To A Small Cup Glass.

NARRATOR: 

Just wanna start by saying FUC.K TRUMP, BOLSONARO, AND ALL THE SHITTY LEADERS THAT THINK THAT CLIMATE CHANGE IS NOT REAL!!

Now that we got that out of the way... Let's meet the main character of this book.

MARIA Pov:
Hi, my name is Maria, I'm a 26-year-old woman from Portugal and I work as my mother's right hand in our family's business: Port's wine house: Mendanha-Infante.
Hmmm, what else can I say? I'm fluent in five languages and I studied to become an environmental engineer. Best in class, by far. Not that there's a lot of people studying environmental engineering anyway.
In Portugal, there is an expression that translates to "boiling in very little water", which pretty much means that it is extremely easy to get on my nerves. That's a very good way to describe me. (Is that how you make an introduction?)
Well, I'm an ex-alcoholic and drug-addict and I have a disorder called bipolarity. It sucks most days and I hate myself most days but I still think that no one is better than me. It gets a little confusing sometimes. It never gets boring though.

You might be thinking, "Maria but as an ex-alcoholic, don't you think it's a bit dangerous that you plan on running a wine company for the rest of your fucking life?" Well, yes!

NARRATOR: Well, Siri Play "Isn't She Lovely" by Stevie Wonder.

MARIA Pov:
My mother is honestly a bad bitch. She raised me all by herself (the result isn't the best but it was honest work) when my shitty father left without giving a single fuck about neither of of us.
He was a gardener, which is quite ironic since he literally planted the seed and got the fuck out.
He came back later when my mom was in the news for re-building my family's business (after my grandfather fucked it big time) and made it worth hundreds of millions of euros in the last 20 years. All of the sudden, he wanted to be my father and a caring husband. And that's when people with small dick energy tell me that women only want a man for his money and that they never met or heard of male gold-diggers. I not only heard of one, but I also came from his ball sack. Only met him once when he tried to fight for my custody, trying to get a good pension on the way and lost terribly. My mother's lawyers were better and she had all the arguments by her side. Like I said she is a bad bitch and he is a weak piece of shit.
I mean, don't bark if you can't fucking bite, right? He's the reason why I can't keep a (healthy) relationship with male individuals. And the worst part? I look just like him. Physically, I mean. And sometimes I wonder what I would do if I got someone pregnant, I can't do that biologically, but I think about that a lot.

"Who are you talking to?" Sebastião, my step-father shows up out of fucking nowhere giving me a scare that would drop my soul if I hadn't sold it to Devil for a gram of snow*.

"To the only intelligent person to walk this fucking earth, you dumbass: Myself." He laughs and puts an arm around my shoulders.

"Aren't you just oh so lovely?"

"I'm not in the mood the hear your voice or your shit-talking. Where's mom?"

"She's not coming today. So I came to replace her." I roll my eyes. We're on our way to do a wine tasting.

"To make sure I don't do more than just taste and fall back into the old habits. Do a lil' cocaine line while at it. I told Zé to clean off the dust on the pipes, that could've just done it for me." same shit, just a different fucking day.

"Can we share? We care about you, Maria! To me, you're my daughter as much as your sister. It was very hard for us... S-seeing you so miserable..."

"Don't wanna hear it! And people might hear you. They love to hate me." he knows how much I hate talking about that expecific subject.

"Just look after yourself, love. Get a man or a girl or whatever it is that you like to help you solve your problems. Don't let the past fuck your future like that." As if.

"I don't want someone to solve my problems. I want someone who won't become a problem. And there's no one to fuck nothing. She's gone." I say and I know that the conversation is over after that. And yall might be asking what the hell does that mean... Well, folks, that's a story for another day, besides we just met. Don't be weird, all up in my business.

In case you haven't noticed, I talk like a fucking lady. I do have a thing with cursing. And I think I'm pretty good at it. I mean, I can do it in like 15 languages. I like it. It adds meaning to the shit I'm saying.

"Anyway, the Wallace's will be here tomorrow morning. Still can't believe you bought 25% of their company... Super proud of you, kid." Sebastião speaks again.

"It wasn't that hard, to be honest. The only person that wants to keep the company in the family is the mother. None of the kids wants to take over. And their father is a total dumbass. All religious. Full of shit. I think he has a God complex. I bet he'll get on my nerves. You'll see." the Wallace-MacGyver's kids are such ungrateful lazy brats and their lovely father is a pain in the ass...

"Your mother told me he wanted to be a priest but met the Wallace Princess and fell head over heels for her... Speaking of which, she didn't ask for anything in return?" he asks.

"Yeah, he fell head over heels for the money she had, he's a bitch... And you know she did ask for something in return. Mom talked to you... But you know that it won't happen." I say not very interested.

"She offered one of her kids to marriage. Any of them. Could be worst... And you don't have to make a choice right away. You can-"

"First: what type of parent does that? Second: Not gonna happen. And I didn't sign anything regarding that... So I don't have to marry any of them." I interrupt him.

"Ok. You're the boss, kid. You do you." he says as we enter the warehouse for the taste testing.

Marriage is nothing but a contract signed by two interested parties (if one of the parties isn't you know, interested, then it's violation of one's rights).

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×Snow is slang for cocaine.

This is my first story, I've only really written poetry and small texts about my views on various topics and subjects. I'm not a native English speaker/writer, please do let me know if something isn't right. ❤️❤️