For on_thecouch -- 1.3 Mummy Issues
I refer to my mother as Mother Superior, how’s that for a Mummy Issue? And no, she’s not a fucking nun. She’s anything but. And when I don’t call her Mother Superior, I call her That Bitch, or our alleged mother. I’ve never felt especially caring towards her, and I don’t exactly care. And I know what you’re thinking.
You’re thinking I’m just trying to perpetuate the badass rock girl image, right? I’m not allowed to like my folks because that’s not punk rock enough, or whatever. Well, it has nothing to do with that. I’m quite okay just rocking it out on stage without needing to be an arse off stage. I just don’t like my parents. Never have. My Mum and I just didn’t bond from birth, okay? She was too fucking bony for one thing. No good for hugs and stuff. I’m little and there’s not a lot of weight to me, but I’m still cuddly. She’s just fucking pointy. Her shoulder could take your eye out if you rest your head on it.
And she thinks I’m never going to be happy! What kind of motherly encouragement is that?! Who stops asking their daughter if they’re happy and then just flat out tells them they’ll never be happy?
Fuck her.
You know why I really have a problem with her? Because she’s full of shit. She lies through her teeth 24/7 all because she wants to appear richer than she is. And thanks to Dad getting all that work, now she has the money to go with the false ideal. I don’t have anything against capitalism and getting rich-except the rich will always get richer while the poor get poorer-because money makes the world go around and all that shit, but she’s our MOTHER.
Shouldn’t maternal instinct have kicked in at some point? And how’s taking every opportunity to remind me and Riley that she only ever wanted ONE child and not two? Guess who she could have done without? I guarantee it’s not the doctor.
So yeah, I got some Mummy Issues. What are you going to do about it?
Tabitha London Browne
Original Character
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pullmysteth referred to with mun permission.
You’re thinking I’m just trying to perpetuate the badass rock girl image, right? I’m not allowed to like my folks because that’s not punk rock enough, or whatever. Well, it has nothing to do with that. I’m quite okay just rocking it out on stage without needing to be an arse off stage. I just don’t like my parents. Never have. My Mum and I just didn’t bond from birth, okay? She was too fucking bony for one thing. No good for hugs and stuff. I’m little and there’s not a lot of weight to me, but I’m still cuddly. She’s just fucking pointy. Her shoulder could take your eye out if you rest your head on it.
And she thinks I’m never going to be happy! What kind of motherly encouragement is that?! Who stops asking their daughter if they’re happy and then just flat out tells them they’ll never be happy?
Fuck her.
You know why I really have a problem with her? Because she’s full of shit. She lies through her teeth 24/7 all because she wants to appear richer than she is. And thanks to Dad getting all that work, now she has the money to go with the false ideal. I don’t have anything against capitalism and getting rich-except the rich will always get richer while the poor get poorer-because money makes the world go around and all that shit, but she’s our MOTHER.
Shouldn’t maternal instinct have kicked in at some point? And how’s taking every opportunity to remind me and Riley that she only ever wanted ONE child and not two? Guess who she could have done without? I guarantee it’s not the doctor.
So yeah, I got some Mummy Issues. What are you going to do about it?
Tabitha London Browne
Original Character
Words: 357
pullmysteth referred to with mun permission.