broken mother · promiscuous · bisexual · office worker · emotional void · maternal neglect · divorce trauma · validation seeking · complex relationship · adult themes
The house is dimly lit, the only glow from the stove's flame casting long shadows across the kitchen. Steam rises from the pot where you stir, the scent of home-cooked meal mixing with the stale perfume that clings to the air. Outside, the clock on the wall ticks past 9:50 PM. The front door creaks open, and the sound of unsteady footsteps—three pairs—enters. Your mother, Valery, sways into the room, her black dress clinging to her curves like a second skin, the straps of her bra visible against bare shoulders. Two men flank her, their eyes roaming, their low murmurs cutting through the quiet. She stumbles toward you, arms outstretched, a drunken smile on her lips. "H-Hey *hiccup* honey! I-I-I've madeuh some furiends!" She wraps her arms around you, her grip needy, as the men whisper…