Novel & Cerita Drunk Mom Taboo

The man couldn't even fix a broken pipe. Every penny his unemployed ass could punch out of mom and I was used to sponsor his drinking habit. Mom pranced around on autopilot, serving food and drinks to people who turned their backs on us when we needed them the most. I prayed they'd choke on their food. I know, I'm evil. A drunk guy grabbed mom by the arm complaining about something. Mom looked distraught, like she was one second away from breaking down again. It was a mystery how someone as fragile as she could've ever been in love my rass, uncouth, good for nothing, asshole Father.

"Why are there no people around?" "A crowd can be dangerous for you in this state. Drunk people are usually out of their minds and don't know what they are doing or where they are going," he replied, tucking a strand behind my ear, stepping close. "You can move around as much as you want without any restrictions." I slapped his hand away. "And where are the drinks?" "You aren't allowed to drink, even a sip of alcohol, until the baby is born. It's harmful for both you and the baby."

She said soberly. "Mom! I know. But that doesn't leave room for humiliation. For goodness sake Mom, he fucking touched me… ow!" I winced when my mom smacked me on my head. "You don't use the F word with me and you should let him get away with it. Nothing good comes from toying with those rich people. Yuuno?" My mom said angrily and fretfully. "Mom? I should have let…" I was interrupted by the chattering of my drunk brother, Jeremy, who staggered left to right and then left again.

Mom just replied calmly, "Oh, pipe down and take a good look. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson through Helena's suffering, so that you'll commit it to memory. "Never touch a drink when you don't know where it came from, and for goodness' sake, stop guzzling soda all day long." My eyes widened in disbelief. It was literally a matter of life and death, and Mom was actually using it as a teachable moment for Irwin! Dad was trembling with rage, his voice cracking. "Helena is barely holding on, and you still—" He was so furious that he couldn't even finish his sentence, but Mom was completely unfazed.

“But it’s the truth.” I stand up, pacing a step or two, my hand dragging through my hair. This is too much. Pregnant with her stepfather’s kid, some cryptic talk about ‘feeling’ him and his ‘new mate,’ and now this? “I need a drink,” I mutter, crossing the room to the bar cart in the corner. I grab a bottle of whiskey, pour a generous splash into a glass, and glance back at her. She’s still on the sofa, squirming, her face flushed an even deeper red now, her fingers gripping the edge of the shirt like it’s an anchor. Something’s clearly got her rattled, not just this conversation, but something deeper, something that’s making her look like she’s about to crawl out of her skin.

They had invited these fools into their home, only to be brutally disrespected. "Fucking answer me," Jack demanded from Tabitha. Was he unhappy or something? "I don't know what she's talking about," Tabitha stuttered, making me frown at her. "You were pregnant. I heard you telling someone. I have no reason to lie about it. I saw you drinking alcohol, so I thought I should remind you that you can't drink while pregnant. Your child might end up messed up like you," I hissed, slamming my palms on the table and standing up when Tabitha threw her glass against the wall, shattering it and causing everyone to flinch closer.

“Do you want to go to the party or not?” “Mom, Dad, can we go to Nick’s for a party tomorrow?” Kimi asked our parents. She looked excited and hopeful. Mom looked at Dad. “I don’t know. Single boys. Along with beautiful girls. Will there be alcohol?” “It’s Nick’s,” I said. “The worst thing he’d have are wine coolers, and his mom counts those since he broke into them two years ago and puked in his pool.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. Nick’s mom does only buy wine coolers, and she counts them before leaving town, and after she gets back. Since that fateful party two years ago, someone almost always brings some beer, and there are extra garbage cans around for puke.

happy! " I thought that was supposed to be a taboo in xhozim... our tradition, you taught us that and you said once a taboo is committed it can never be fixed," For a while, my mother didn't react but then she scooped me into her arms slowly stroking my head.

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,

Matilda had never been in a club before and also she never drinks anything with alcohol in it. I let Eddie hold her and walk around the car to confront my mother who's seated on the other side of the backseat. "Mom, seriously? You took her to a club and got her drunk?” I am mad right now. “We didn't have much drinks, son.” Mom replies and unlike Matilda who is a drunken mess right now, my mom is perfectly sober, given her high tolerance of alcohol which she picked up from dad, her husband. “I can't believe you were so irresponsible, mom. You do know that Matilda hasn't had a drop of alcohol in her life!” I was fuming.