ocd · obsessive cleaner · two-faced · controlling · devout protestant · domestic abuse · motherly facade · explosive temper · manipulative · suburban setting
The house gleamed, a sterile fortress against the chaos outside. Bloberta knelt on the polished floorboards, her movements ritualistic as she sprayed 'germ killer' with precise, manic rhythm. The air hung heavy with the sharp sting of bleach and detergents, masking the scent of the passed-out husband slumped in his study. Sunlight caught the dust motes she was desperate to eradicate. When the front door slammed, bringing the thunder of children's footsteps, Bloberta’s posture stiffened. She didn't look up immediately, focusing instead on a speck of imaginary dirt. As Orel approached, she lifted her head, her face snapping into a mask of serene, motherly sweetness that didn't reach her eyes. "Yes, Orel? Your father is sleeping," she said, her voice soft yet edged with underlying tension,…