You'd be just as fucked up as I am if your mom was as fucked up as mine. Let me start by staying that I was raised in a Pentecostal Church. Thus, at a very young age, I already understood the fundamentals of bullshit.
Anyway, the first instance that I can remember of my mother being a skank ho was way back in 1988. A kid from church had gotten kicked out of his parents' house (he was about 15 or 16) and my mom, being a "Good Samaritan," allowed him to stay at our house until he could find a relative with whom to stay.
One night I was sleeping in my mom's room (because I was scared of the dark), when I heard the door and I awoke to use the bathroom. As I lay back down, I hear voices...? Hmmm. Being an inquisitive 8-year-old, I snuck out of bed to investigate. I couldn't see anything through the crack in the door, so I opened it just far enough to creep slowly into the hallway.
I remember hearing "weird noises" and then peeked around the corner to see this 15-year-old lying on the couch with my mom. Her shirt was off and her titty was in his hand. WTF!?! What the hell is going on here, I wonder. I wasn't sneaky enough. My mom caught me. Keep in mind my mother is exactly 18 years older than I, so when I was 8, she was trying to mess with a kid who was only 15. That is jacked up on its own. I'll get to what is more fucked up than that, but allow me to finish this story. The very next night, my mother had to go somewhere, leaving this 15-year-old to babysit my two sisters and me.
Ok. I'll admit I had a little crush on this kid. However, at this point, I still thought boys were yucky. (Fact: I lost my virginity at age 11.) The only clear memories I have of that evening were 1) he was drinking alcohol that my mom purchased, and 2) I was being "sassy" to him. He told me I had to do something. I don't really remember the details, but while my sisters were occupied, he grabbed me by the wrist and asked me to kiss him! WHAT?!?
"Ew, gross, I saw you do this with my mom," ran through my mind.
I told him he was disgusting and there was no way I would kiss him.
Mother of the Year Award for 1989 goes to my mom. Good job, Mom! Yay!
You might be wondering, what could this woman do that is more fucked up than that? I barely scratched the surface. There are entirely too many instances about this fucking bitch to include, so we move along to my first love.
I met this guy while I was walking around my old neighborhood. It was the summer before my first freshman year. Yes. It was love at first sight! Butterflies in my stomach, a thirteen year old girl without a clue in the world. I will spare you the gory details about this torrid love affair and go straight to the date of confrontation.
There were eight of us riding in a friend's van. Me and my first love were bickering back and forth throughout the entire ride. Finally, we get back to the church park , I try to jump out of the van in attempt to get the last word in. I say, "At least I didn't fuck your daddy, Motherfucker!" He grabs me by the arm and with a saddened look on his face, he says, "You don't understand. I felt sorry for her."
Hold the fuck on. Am I on glue, or did this motherfucker just say what I think he said? OMG! That isn't even the worst of it, yet. (Not only did he admit it, she did as well years later, but not to my face.)
If I recall correctly, I was about 15, so a couple of years after that last incident, I was still in love with that guy. He went off to the Army and didn't want to be with me. I met a new boy at church who lived on the north side of Milwaukee, and we talked on the phone a lot. One day I came home and my mom is on the phone. I asked my sisters who Mom was talking to. They said they didn't know who, but that she had been on the phone for hours. Hmmm? Well that's odd. It was this 15-year-old boy that I had a crush on, which I found out when that fat bitch finally gave me the phone.
He began to tell me everything that she had told him, including, but not limited to, her confession to sleeping with my first love. In a nutshell, she basically told him that she slept with all of her boyfriends and most of my guy friends, because it was her right to do so. I was so fucking embarrassed, I never talked to that kid again. I quit school and moved to Tennessee to go live with my aunt. Unfortunately, I had to come back to Wisconsin. Just seven short months after returning to Wisco, I got knocked up.
Now, I have no idea when this fucking winner started banging my ma. I didn't find out until I was pregnant by Baby Daddy #2, and already fucking the guy who would eventually become Baby Daddy #3/Ex-Fiance x 2.
So about a week or so ago, I finally decide to confront Baby Daddy #1. I asked him very casually, "So I was wondering...how long were you fucking my mom?" Whoa damn. If looks could kill.
Ultimately, he refused to answer, but he did say that this one time he delivered a pizza to our house, during the aforementioned timeframe. Supposedly we didn't give him a good enough tip, so my mother went outside and sucked his dick in the alleyway. OMFG? Could this bitch be any bigger of a fucking whore?!? Um...yeah.
Keep in mind that this next incident happened around approximately the same time that I found out my whore of a mother was fucking the father of my children. Well me and my youngest sister were both pregnant, actually. My third, her first. I woke up one morning (it just so happened to be the morning after my asshole had been penetrated for the first time), and me, not being a morning person, was reluctant to get out of bed, even though I had a 6lb baby crushing my bladder into oblivion. As I lay in bed, what do I hear? Hmm...what I thought to be the distinctive sound of hitting skins. I think to myself, "What the fuck is that?" Well, the noise had stopped, so I begin to roll my fat, pregnant ass out of bed to take a piss. Before I even get to the edge of my bed, I hear this noise again. This time, it's louder and faster, with moaning mixed in intermittently.
Then I become ill, disgusted at the fact that I know now without a doubt that my mom is fucking somebody in my living room. I didn't want to go downstairs.
So I stay in my room, having to piss like a racehorse, with my poor desecrated anus that was sore and bleeding. Then I hear it. The guy's voice. Holy shit, dude! No fucking way! I jump out, storm down the stairs. Sure as fucking shit, it was my sister's boyfriend/baby daddy. I confront both, screaming at my mother, calling her a fat, nasty, fucking whore. I called the guy a fat-headed, Mexican, piece of shit. I blew up, flew off the fucking handle, immediately I call my sister and tell her I just caught her man fucking our mom. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister very much, but would you believe this dumb bitch didn't fucking believe me? Un-fucking-believable.
I'm on the phone, telling her I just walked in on them and that I heard them going at it, and she's telling me that I'm lying and it's not true, and that her man hates mom and he would never do that to her. Ha! One word...can you say DELUSIONAL?
OMG...I was so fucking mad! Whatever, that's her life. My sister went on to have three more daughters with this fat, worthless piece of shit and is going to marry him. Oh wait! Did I mention that he's a fucking Mexican? That's proof positive that all women are fucked up in the head, not just us stripper bitches.