Novel & Cerita Drunk Mom

like mom, she also began to advise me and it happened. Normally, it is a very well-known fact that when a person gets too drunk, they end up blurting things that they never would have dared to speak being sober and those things are so true that no one could take it to be a drunk man’s bluff. That’s what happened to me. My depressed face had resurfaced somehow and I badly wanted to scream my heart out to my mom though I knew it was the worst time to do that!!! “Mom, you have any idea what is happening in my life?? You have any idea why I’m so fucked up?” I asked her in semi crying tone and she, upon hearing me blurting things out, didn’t even dare to start the car and utilized the chance to u

How the hell did I not get the warning that she was literally the only one who can barge into my room so early in the morning. “Mom, why are you here?” “Awe! You reek and smell of alcohol. How can a girl treat herself this way? Just what the hell is wrong with you?" “Nothing is wrong with me, mom. Why would you think Something's is wrong with me?” “Because a normal girl doesn't get wasted this fucking much, I saw, I don't know what to do with you at this rate. You've suddenly gone insane with your drinking habits and I swear I'm scared of what you've become!”

Even so, I didn't regret drinking to celebrate our victory with the whole team. I walked out to the kitchen, looking for mom. "Mom? Mom? Where are you?" "Yes, what's wrong?" "Mom, my headache is terrible. I got drunk last night; when you and dad left, I had too much alcohol," I said, sitting on the couch.

But it's the one I've got. My mom is passed out on the couch, looking like a corpse dumped there hours ago. Her head is tilted back, one arm dangles off the cushion, and in her slack grip hugs a half empty bottle of brandy. She doesn't use glasses anymore. That stopped a long time ago. Now she drinks straight from the bottle, as if it's the only thing that can dull whatever it is she's trying to forget. The smell of booze wraps around the room, clinging to the walls, the furniture, everything. Including me. And of course, she's not alone.

"Seriously? That fucking asshole tells you some bullshit and you're attacking me without even hearing me out? Are you that far gone Alley." "Well, it looks like you two have some shit to deal with and I have a killer fucking headache. I'm going to take a nap. Try to be quiet." Our mom grabbed her cup of whiskey and headed upstairs. It was the middle of the day and she was already half way to passed out wasted. "Is that what you want to turn into? A pathetic piece of shit that doesn't even know what time it is? She probably doesn't even realize we are her fucking kids."

well, mostly for Mom. "Great game, Jerry," Mom slurs, wrapping her arms around him in a drunken embrace. J's eyes narrow as he pulls away from her. "Are you drunk, Mom?" he asks, his voice filled with disbelief. "I might've had a couple beers," she shrugs nonchalantly, like it's not a fucking big deal. "I can't believe you. For one night, you couldn't go without drinking? What is wrong with you?" "What's the big deal? I'm here, ain't I?" She's shouting now, drawing the attention of people around us.

she told me so I followed her. We went down to the secondary bar, there leaning against it was my mom in a slim silky red dress that was open in the back all the way down to her ass, I knew she didn’t have her bra on so I’m sure the guys hoovering around her were trying to get a good look at her melons. The heels she wore made her taller so as I came up behind her we were as tall as each other, “Mom” I said but she didn’t answer me, she just called out for another drink, “MOM” I yelled, this time she got startled. “That almost sounded like my son Martin, but that can’t be him. He wouldn’t be here at my party” she said than she slowly turned and saw me standing there, “Oh shit” I heard her sa

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

A violent torrent of icy wind ruffles the curtains behind her as the spirit rips free of that rapidly declining vessel, the woman who is actually my mother… She slumps forward over the table, eyes bleary and distant. “Fucking... hangover,” she mutters, clutching at her head. “I need another drink.” She looks over at me. “Nicorati?” She seems to have trouble even recognizing me. “Be a good boy and fetch your mother a double. How ’bout it?” I fill a glass with tap water and set it firmly down in front of her. She scowls. “No fucking respect in these kids.”

Her dress was twisted and she held a bottle in her hand. “Mom!” I shouted and ran to her. I kneeled beside her. “Mom! Wake up! Please wake up!” She groaned and moved her head. I grabbed her hands. They smelled like alcohol. “You’re drunk,” I said softly. “Mom, what happened? Why is this place like this?” She tried to sit up. “Valeria?” she slurred. “Yes, it’s me,” I said. “Are you okay?” “I am fine,” she said slowly. “I am… okay.”