Since the day she was born, I have always been proud of Abigail. I was proud when she won First Prize in the state spelling bee in 2nd grade. I was proud in 6th grade when she won a national creative writing contest for her poetry, in 9th grade when she became principal cellist of her youth symphony, and in 12th grade when she became President of the National Honor Society. I was especially proud this year when her classmates voted her Most Caring, Most Likely to Make a Difference in the World, and Most Likely To Succeed.
So it was not an entirely unfamiliar feeling of pride to discover that Abigail would finally have a date with the man of her dreams. What was unfamiliar was that she had 'earned' this date by degrading herself in every way imaginable. She was smoking, drinking and getting high on a near daily basis such that she seemed barely tethered to reality most of the time. She was unfaithful to her devoted boyfriend and callous towards her loyal friend. Although her sexual experience was still limited, she was becoming increasingly promiscuous. And she had abandoned her most cherished ideals of freedom and equality for all in order to ingratiate herself to an ignorant, overprivileged preppie.
Yes, I was still proud of my Abigail. But my pride was no longer reserved for how she was growing into an extraordinarily intelligent and refined human being. It was for how she was debasing herself into a wanton, debaucherous, idiotic, junkie whore.
Entry 13 (Part 1 of 2)
November 13, 2023
Dear Diary,
Today's the day! Today's the day!! I was jumping up and down in my Dora jammies, my boobies jiggling like crazy. Soon the feeling of excitement turned to panic as I realized I had no idea what to wear! There was only one person I trusted- my girlfriend/BFF Candy. I texted her crazily.
Me: Guess what! Guess what! Guess what!
Candy: omg what
Me: I finished my assignment from Frank! He wants me to come over at 7. We're going to have our first kiss!! 😘😘😘
Candy: we need to go to the mall asap
An hour later Candy was knocking at my door. I was stressed out of mind, relieved only by my early morning drinking and chain smoking.
Mommy answered the door.
"So you must be Candace," she said, disapprovingly.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs Hochbyrd," my girlfriend said formally.
"Are you the young lady who has been encouraging my Abigail to engage in smoking, drinking, and other forms of substance abuse?" she probed.
"Uh, yeah I guess.." Candace replied awkwardly.
"And are you also the young lady who has been encouraging my brilliant daughter to neglect her studies and cavort around in scantily clad impressions of an outfit that would turn a seasoned harlot red in the cheeks?" she demanded.
"I mean she needs to act like a dumb ho to land this dude, bro," Candace shrugged.
"I see. Well just so you know, you are a failure," Mommy responded, lighting in.
"Bruh?" Candace grimaced.
"Your best efforts notwithstanding, Abigail continues to excel in school and remains college bound. She has only been sexually intimate with two men and yourself, all within the context of a committed relationship. And her substance abuse is unimpressive. She smokes and drinks and has the occasional joint. So what? No one would call her a 'Bad Girl'" I was confused by Mommy's argument. Was she saying that Candace hadn't corrupted me enough?
"Why you flaming me?" Candace shot back.
"Listen to me, you two-bit strumpet. Stay away from Jimmy. He wants a refined, intelligent lady- not imbecilic gutter trash," Mommy said, trying to look threatening.
"Aww- shit dude. I see what's up. You just jel cause I been hookin' up with your crush." It was clear Candace was not intimidated.
"That is preposterous. I would never be 'jel' of a tawdry ignoramus such as yourself," Mommy mocked.
"Relax bitch. Jimmy's just a fun hookup if I'm bored. My heart belongs to my Daddy... And of course my hot as fuck girlfriend." Candace looked back at me and winked. I put my head down and blushed.
"So you don't fancy yourself in a committed relationship with Jimmy?" Mommy asked genuinely. Why would she care about that?
"Hell no!! It's Daddy and your skank ass daughter. Everyone else is a random ass cock in my cunt. I could stop fucking him if it really tweeked you out," Candace offered, graciously.
"You.. you would do that?" For the life of me, I could not tell why Mommy would care about this.
"Hell yeah. We're feminists and shit right?" The 'Abigail' part of my brain searched for but failed to find a feminist principle.
"Uh, yeah. I mean feminism is a little more complex in that it.. I mean, yes. That would be a kindness," Mommy replied, appreciatively.
"Of course. You're my favorite cuntlick's mom. I want us to be good." Awwww. Was I really her favorite cuntlick?
"Thank you, Candace. That means a lot to me. And I really appreciate you being a loyal friend to my little Abigail." Yayyyy!!! Mommy and Candace were making friends!!
"It's all good. She's dumb as shit, but she's the hottest chick I ever boned," Wait, what? I thought I was the smart one in this relationship.
"Uh, yeah. She is very beautiful, but clearly not too bright." My eyes welled up with tears. My mom had always put everything into my education. She said that with my fierce intelligence and work ethic, there wasn't anything I could not accomplish. Now she said that I was "clearly not too bright"??!!
"Yeah, She's a dumb ho," Candace smirked. She and Mommy shared a laugh together. Did they both really have such little respect for me? Were they right? I wept silently, hoping they wouldn't notice.
"Agreed. Um, Candace. Does Jimmy ever talk about me?" Mommy asked.
"All the time. He says you're the sexiest Milf ass cunt he's ever seen," she replied.
"Really? Did he really say that?" Mommy gushed, hopefully. I couldn't believe my University professor mother would be swayed by such crudity!
"Swear to God!" Candace promised, crossing her heart.
At this point, my mom embraced Candace.
"Thank you sweetheart. You have no idea what that means to me."