My mother is a bitch, the classic shrew. And no ordinary shrew. She defines it. And she's always gotten away with it because of her looks. She is 44, a statuesque 5.10. Works out to keep her body. Perfectly shaped "C" cupped breasts. A slim waistline. Not too wide of hips. A nicely, not to round, ass. The classic hourglass figure. Her soft, full brown hair, she keeps neatly over the shoulder, styled. Piercing deep hazel eyes. Luscious red lips. Yep, my dear mother is the complete package. So polite, friendly and amiable at all the right times, especially in social situations. But at home or when convenient, like with a waiter, or a service person, when she can get away with it, her true self emerges.
Why dad, John, stays married to her, is anyone's guess. Maybe it's because of her outward beauty. Maybe she's really good in bed. Maybe because she's always been able to help him with her elegance and flirtatious nature with dad's bosses. Maybe he's just downright afraid of her. I don't know. But dad puts up with her berating, rudeness, constant nagging at home. I can see the hurt in father's eyes at times. But he just seems to shrug it off. And dad's no wimp, with the exception when it comes to mom. Maybe he has a mistress or two. Again, I don't know. Maybe divorce is just too messy. But he stays with her.
My older brother, Jason, by three years, graduated high school and joined the navy. Mom exploded. Her plans for him were ruined. How could he do such a stupid thing to her? He had been accepted to Brown, no less. He confided in me that he just had to get out. Thinking about how mom would try to control him, nag him, be on his ass about grades and grad school, his major. Having to come home during breaks between semesters, during summer. He said he couldn't handle it. He went in a year ago and has only been home once after basic training, then he requested extended sea duty and got it.
Me, Jerry, I'm 22, had a great job offer after I got out of college, then POOF gone. The fucking pandemic, job offered put on hold and I had to move back home. Boy, do I hear about it every day. Get a job. You're an embarrassment. Your future, you're lazy, on and on and on.
I'm 5.10, around 190, brown hair. A great disappointment to my mother. I didn't get into Brown, or Columbia or any of those prestigious schools. Nope, I went to a public state college. She claims that's another reason I don't have a job and I'm still living at home.
Anyway, I am counting the days when I can escape and put up with my mom's daily complaints about my hair, posture, eating habits, etc. Get the picture?
Then, one day everything changed. A happy, little accident. Mom forgetting something and me, discovering it. A scan disk was left in her den's laptop computer.
