Novel & Cerita Drunk Mom

She did remember her mom that last morning in the kitchen though, and that was enough. Mom sitting at the table in a dirty T-shirt and her underwear, so skinny and already “sloppy drunk and mean as a skunk” as her dad used to say. Remembered trying to ignore her as she’d slurred “Comere.” Remembered her mom getting mad and yelling at her as she’d tried to sit there quietly and eat her cereal without milk because they didn’t have any. “I’said comere!” The table jumping as mom’s hand slapped it. Tried to forget the sick feeling in her stomach as Mom tried to stand, and then lean across the table to grab her, her hand swiping nothing but air until, losing her balance—probably because she was to

"Hmm..yeah, my Mom woke me up by literally pouring a bucket of water on my face. Then she started blabbering like crazy, that I was smelling like shit yesterday, that I was swinging like a snake on Ty's shoulder when he brought me home, and she and Dad felt so ashamed in front of Ty. Then she declared she isn't giving me any pocket money anymore because her hard-earned money is not to be spent on alcohol. Then oh my god Ann, she started rambling about my studies and my grades and stuff. At last, I ran out of there feeling crazy." Aaron raps breathlessly. I just stare at him without saying anything. I can't actually blame his Mom. He was that drunk yesterday. No parent would be proud to see t

Why making so much money then? That's the reason why I partied a lot and drinks alcohol but I don't do drugs ok? I am not that stupid!. Party, sex and alcohol that's the only thing I do. Mom always nagging me when she I smelled alcohol. She said I might die young from drinking too much at early age . I understand her but what can I do? When I spend my time all alone in the house I feel like I'm going crazy. I see my mom making something in the kitchen and I greeted her.

She said he was a good person and I was in good hands. "That's good. You want to join me?" Mom pulled out another glass of wine. I was about to refuse, but I thought she might need some company. The wine bottle was half empty. Mom started early. She was mumbling about life with Jaret and apologized for those times when he hurt me in tears. "Mom, I think you had enough wine. Why don't you go to bed? I'll clean this up." "No! Do you think I'm drunk?" Mom smacked her lips, fixing her hair.

I joked while bumping my fist on my chest. I took a cab home first because I had to change into something more... sexy, and when I opened the door to our small apartment, I was hit with the stale smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Mom was passed out on the floor, her long brown hair tangled around her face, and I couldn't help but think about the first time this happened. "Amanda?" Mom called out to me, slowly blinking as she stretched her hand to an empty bottle. I gulped, walking up to her. She was never like this, but when dad left, she turned to drinks and drugs and forgot that her children needed her.

Prologue “Mommy, have you been drinking again?” the little girl asked her mother as she stood over the counter to pour herself another glass of whiskey. The mother didn’t hear her daughter, or at least, she pretended not to. “Mommy!” she called again. “Mommy!” The mother drank almost half the glass of the whiskey and then poured herself another one, oblivious of her daughter, whose persistent cries filled the kitchen.

“I told you not to drink too much, you never listened to me.” “I was not drunk,” I said indignantly. Someone knocked on the door and pushed it open. Jeff peeked from the corner, looking innocent. “Baby,” he said entering the room. “You're safe.” I don't reply to him. “What happened to me?” I asked my moms. “Oh, I was so scared. Jeff called us. He said you had been drinking and you ran into the highway,” Margaret told me. “Sir down, you shouldn't be standing.”

I sit, and we all talk and laugh. "Alpha," I hear Eve say. "What is it, honey?"She looks nervous, and I get worried. "Would it be possible for me to visit my mom?"I look at Seth and Oan before meeting her eyes. "I don't see why not, but I do want both your mates with you at all times. Your mom has been drugged for years, and she may lash out. Don't let her upset you, honey. Doctor Frank said she is struggling with everything, so go easy. "I watch her face fall, and my gut churns.

I enter the door of our house only to find mom waiting for me, “have you been drinking?” she immediately asks me, “no” I respond but struggle to stand still, “your sister’s daughter is in a critical condition, instead of you staying and comforting her you find it okay to drink yourself to this?”, on any other day, I would put up with mom’s running mouth but not today, I had a bad day and am in a bad mood, I stand before her touching the wall for steadiness “your daughter is a hoe, If you care so much about her why don’t you leave this house and never come back, Dad is better off without you anyway”, mom slaps me hard making me fall down on the floor

She smiled as she exited, holding the doorknob. .……………………………………………………………………………. "Mama, why don't you hold my neck instead?" "You should not have drunk so much. The doctor has advised you not to touch it. Ellya supported her drunken mother as she walked into her room. "I know Ella, but those rascals insulted me. Me, Me the mother of a rockstar, wife of Michael stone a powerful businessman." "How could they. Rascals." She threw her sandals, drunk and unsteady, and fell onto the sofa.