Me – You better hope it fits. Mom was on a tangent.
K – She needs a good fucking.
Now, that I had to agree with. Maybe it would help her.
Or, at the very least, have that stick that’s shoved up her ass removed.
Mom – Kimber, dear, I just heard from your sister. She had the flu. Next time, don’t bother her so much.
I sighed.
Seriously?
I wasn’t the one telling me to call her and text her over and over and over again.
But alas... I didn’t say anything.
Because after so long, you get used to being the quiet one who takes and takes and takes.
I shook my head as I queued up my DVR, and then proceeded to perv on Dr. Conor Rhodes fromChicago Med.
***
Fifteen hours later, I was trying with all my might not to fall asleep.
Why do you ask?
Remember how I said that I would be paying for snickering in the boutique? Yeah, my form of punishment is taking place during herHow To Be A Lady Course.
Remember that scene fromThe Princess Diarieswhere Mia is tied to a chair with scarves?
Yep. You recall the scene correctly.
I am currently tied to a chair with scarves while my mother is hosting her Stevenson Luncheon, and the chef just brought out the crème Brulé.
But what my mother doesn’t know, and that the chef just silently communicated to me with a wink, was that I have my very own dessert of crème Brulé in the kitchen.
And the moment I got home, I savored every single bite.
Yes. I know what you're thinking... why do you endure the things that your mother does?
How does one walk away from the only thing they’ve ever known?
***
It was two weeks later, and I still didn’t have an answer for that.
And it was also three days later, and the company I had applied to... well... I wouldn’t be accepting their job offer.
The owner had wandering eyes.
And blonde-haired, blue-eyed women with tits and ass, well... most men only saw us for one thing.
And I would be damned if I allowed any man to see me in that way.
Yes, I used to not think like that.
But three years of therapy had really helped me.
