Drunk Mom Novels & Stories

*********************** *ARTURO* The party was in full swing, not looking like it was going to die down any time soon and my Mum was having a great time, I walked about giving out hugs and saying goodnight, it was time to head home and cuddle my girlfriend, she should be snug in bed by now, having dropped her slightly inebriated father home, he had drunk more than usual but with our team winning I am surprised we are not all drunk as skunks. What a silly saying that is, 'Drunk as Skunks', I wonder where that came from?

I stood in the doorway, her heart sinking as she took in the all-too-familiar scene before her. Her mother, Sandra, sat slouched on the couch, a glass of Brandy in her hand, her speech slurred, and her eyes bloodshot. It was a sight that I had witnessed far too many times. Anger welled up within me, mixed with sadness and frustration. She couldn't bear to see her mother like this again, destroying herself with alcohol. Tears streamed down I's face as she rushed towards Sandra, wrapping her arms around her in a desperate attempt to provide comfort.

I will invite all my neighbors to invest in this company! Yoon's mother drank alcohol many times without stopping. The woman sat pensively sobbing at the mini bar table in her villa. "Honey, Papa please stop drinking, Mama will get a headache later" Papa William said worriedly. "Here, give me the glass." The man tried to take the shotgun in his wife's grip

"I think she might have trauma," "Who wouldn't?" mom grimaced. "That was traumatic. I'm too scared to drink again. I thought I was going to die," I bit back an amused smile, wondering how bad was the drinking that my mom was willing to stop drinking altogether. "Hi Dimitri," she waved to the Viking, whose eyes widened, and he visibly gulped. Sandra giggled to herself. "Oh, I see you've finally met your brother," "Uh, yes," he said eyeing Jordan from the corner of his eyes.

I turned to Mom, she was sobbing. “No,” I said, my voice firm. Her smile didn't waver. “You'll change your mind. When she's passed out on the couch again. When you need someone who actually shows up.” Mom’s cup hit the floor at that instant. The content spilled on the rug. “Don't,” she whispered. “When she's so drunk she forgets to feed you,” She continued, louder now. Heads were turning. “When she brings home men who look at you wrong—”

The same relatives who'd been toasting Grandpa and fawning over Mom minutes earlier turned on them faster than anyone, tripping over themselves to point fingers and distance themselves from the family. A heavy thud cut through the chaos. Grandpa collapsed, clutching his chest, and fell to the floor. The ballroom descended into total pandemonium. Mom and Uncle Keith crumpled to the ground where they stood, completely limp. In the middle of it all, Mom spotted me. She crawled over on her hands and knees, sobbing and begging. "Sawyer... Sawyer, I was wrong. I know it now, I swear. "Talk to your father for me, please. We're family! You can't just stand there and watch your own mother go to priso

She was only looking out for herself and her pitiful reputation. … Mom turned into a completely different person over the following days. She stopped fussing over her appearance. Her hair was always a mess, and she didn't bother changing her clothes. She sat in my room every day, calling my name as she looked at my belongings. She refused to eat or drink, which caused her to lose an alarming amount of weight. Her eyes were sunken in, and her complexion was deathly pale. She looked as if she had aged decades even though it had only been a few days since my passing.

Groaning, I pulled the covers over my head, trying to block out the light and the sound of my mother’s approaching footsteps. “Katrina!” Her voice was sharp, filled with the kind of worry that only a mother could muster. “You drink?! Oh goodness! I think my blood pressure is rising up!” she exclaimed, her hands on her hips as she stood at the foot of my bed. “M-Mom, it was just a few drinks…” I mumbled, trying to sit up but immediately regretting it as the room spun around me. “Just a few drinks? You smell like a brewery! What on earth were you thinking? You know better than this, young lady! Is this the behaviour of a future luna? Absolutely not!”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just get me some water, okay?” Her mother responded as her father walked in slowly, obviously drunk. “Really, Dad? This is when Mom needs you most; you shouldn’t be out there drinking or wasting time!” “Oh, please. I have my own life to live. You can take care of your mother yourself—you’re doing a good job. Or you could just marry that rich friend of yours, and we wouldn’t have to go through this anymore.” “You’re so impossible!” Brenda said aloud as she went to the kitchen to get her mother a glass of water.