Drunk Mom Novels & Stories

Nor did it help that my mother was the pack slut, sleeping with every man to numb the pain of losing her mate, my father, who died shortly after former Alpha Dimitri met his untimely demise. Since then, my mother has been drinking. She overmedicated on pain relievers at first, and when that did not work, she just drank. On some days, I would find her passed out on the couch and would not move for hours, succumbing to fatigue and unaware of what was going on around her. Then again, what about me? I lost him too. Did she care? Of course, she did not, and why would she? She would preferably drink her sorrows away and sleep with the next man who smiled her way. Yet, she could not find the time t

I smirked; he was nothing, weak. My mom turned to me, “And you, young man, how many times do I have to tell you, when you’re drunk, you go home to your condo? It’s dangerous to drive when you’re drunk!” she said in a stressed tone, fixing my polo shirt and wiping the blood from the corner of my lip, “Look at you, how many times did you get hit on the lip, and your cheeks are so red. What’s your target for today, a punching bag?” I didn’t answer and just laughed, but she gave me a stern look, so I stopped myself from laughing more, lest I get a strong pinch again. Her nails seemed to reach the bone.

My memory was just a foggy mess. I felt a cold sensation throughout my entire body. "Mom, what the hell are you doing?" I yelled, standing up quickly, as she kept dumping the water on me. "You are such a disgrace!" she yelled. "It has been three days, and do you think you can actually drink your problem away? Because you can't. It is not going to disappear. It is just going to be waiting for you to sober up. So now I need you to get your shit together and let's find a way to help you out of this bullshit that you got yourself into in the first place."

his mum asked, "I was with Tolu and I slept in his house, when I woke up I realized that time has gone, and I had hangovers" Zack explained, "Despite that, you have someone in your life, you are still drinking into a stupor," Zack's mum says, "why don't you change for her sake" ?" she asked, " and you 'Tara, I haven't seen changes in my son, what happened, you are there with him in the house, you can't make him barb his hair and beard, you can't stop him from drinking, I don't know how you could be comfortable sleeping on this bed with this kind of hair and beard in his body" ?" she asks, "and almost a month, I haven't seen any changes, why?" Zack's mum asked,

Thalia “Mom?” I shouldn’t have drunk a lot, even my voice sounded weird to me. “It’s three pm in the afternoon, have you been drinking?” Trust my mom, nothing gets past her. “Mom, I am an adult so I can do whatever I want.” I slurred. “What is wrong with you? Why do you have to be such a thorn in our flesh? What did we do wrong to birth? How did we go wrong raising you?”

"Look, I know she overreacted the last time. She's my mom, okay? I know firsthand how homophobic she is and can be, but she's not gonna be around for a long time so let's just be her family until it's over." I'm sighing again, relief flooding me as I think of how lucky I am. She made everything sound so easy. I truly have one of the best moms in life. "Is she… still drinking?" "Heavily and it's concerning. No one can get her to stop. I can't believe at her age, she's getting addicted to alcohol." My thoughts flashed to Bryan and I shudder. He's definitely not going to live very long too. "Maybe she's just too heartbroken that her grandson is gay-" I shrugged.

"I couldn't reach you. I couldn't call you. I went everywhere looking for you. Everywhere." "Oh come on, Maddison. You're not a child anymore." As if she even cared then. "You're a grown ass woman and I'm allowed to have fun." She stepped closer. And the smell of alcohol assaulted my nostrils. Strong and sour. It made my eyes water even more. "You're drunk right now? Really? Are you ever sober?!" The tears started spilling down my cheeks. "Just a few drinks, baby. Never hurt anyone." I clutched my chest. Fingers digging in. Like if I pressed hard enough I could hold all the broken pieces together. "You're hurting me, Mom! You're fucking hurting me!"

"I'm not drunk, Mom. I had a few beers. Less than half-a-dozen all night. I'm sorry about the other night, I don't usually do that, but I just needed to unwind a little." "You're twenty years old. If you got caught driving drunk, it could ruin your future, baby," Mom said, leaning toward me anxiously. "I know we had this talk after your freshman year. You wouldn't have a curfew, and I'd try not to butt in too much. I'm just worried."

💘A month later💘 Jace Pov It has been a month since the stupid incident happened and now my mouth smelt of alcohol which I drink a lot. "Jonathan "my mom called behind me I answered vividly although I was drunk a little "yes mom" "I thought I told you not to drink again"she walked towards me and snatched the bottle from me hands. Her face with an expression that I am clearly used to... "mom! "I groaned "don't mom me"i yelled and swiftly moved out of my room

Mom stands her legs trembling and body shaking. He lets go of her hair and wraps his hand around her neck from behind. His other hand tugs on her chin. "Shhh…" he coos. "It's okay now." He places a rough kiss on her lips. He breaks the kiss and pushes her back to the ground. "Wait…you're drunk. Don't go out right now." Mom pleaded with him. He spits on her and walks out slamming the door behind her. I run to mom and wrapy arms around her.