The first semester away from home. The first Friday night party. The excessive consumption of alcohol. The date rape drugs. The decision to keep it. The move back home. The birth of her daughter. The love and devotion to the best thing in her life. The struggle. The working of shit jobs to support herself and her daughter. The pride in doing so. The new apartment. The stretching of one pound of hamburger through an entire week's worth of casseroles. The come and go boyfriends. The daughters perfect attendance. The honor roll honors. The new rental house. The working of 2 jobs for 3 months to save up for a swing set. The move in boyfriend that wasn't a fuckhead. The financially good times. The relationship that ended for no real reason. The curious questions of the little girl. The poor explanations. The loving hugs anyway. The pride. The love. The dedication. The fights over bed times. The sparse birthdays. The wealthy Christmases. The special gifts. The cheap gifts that sometimes meant the most. The joyous hugs. The ebb and flow of irregular income and varying employment security. The late nights of watching movies together. The popcorn and the sharing of a blanket. The good times. The encouraging talks when the other girls were mean. The special hugs when the mother was upset after work. The lack of grandparents. The special bond of the two feeling it was them against the world. The occasional date. The one Sunday morning waking up wondering where her mother was. The self sufficient 8 year old. The broken washer. The dirty clothing. The broken car. The tardiness to work and school. The broken hot water heater. The dirty hair. The stress. The tears. The debt. The tension in the house. The lean times. The new factory job. The night shifts. The lack of time to be with one another. The fully stocked refrigerator. The struggle. The growing up. The need for independence. The acting out. The arguments. The fighting. The making up. The apologies. The common ground. The quiet times. The lulls. The storms on the horizon. The arguing about the new boyfriends, for each of them. The tension in their loving home. The applications for colleges. The fight over the distance. The argument over the cost. The scholarships. The hellhole of that entire summer. The anger of abandonment. The anger of over protection. The moving away. The tearful homesick phone calls. The trip back home. The fighting again. The truth of her paternity. The decision not to go back to school. The dwelling. The anger. The depression. The tension again. The announcement that she would get a job and live with her mother once again. The insistence that she go back to school. The fight that lasted 3 days. The last fight. The fight to end all fights. The misplaced anger and frustration. The mother with the gunshot wound to the head. The daughter's tears. The guilt. The blood ring in the bathtub. The End.
Submitted March 06, 2017 at 09:07AM by ForwardHamRoll http://ift.tt/2mu6NVO nosleep
No comments:
Post a Comment