Driven Together (closed)

[MichelleP]

I was 19 and what had seemed like a lifetime, I was stranded at home with my bitch mother. My father had left when I was young, so she was my only parental figure in my life. As if the rotating door of men throughout most of my younger years wasn't enough, she was a complete insufferable bitch-on-wheels to be around most of the time.

Most of the men she hung around with were just trying to get in her pants (and succeeded), but around the time I graduated high school, she got married to a pretty decent guy who soon became my ally in dealing with her daily bullshit. By the summer of when I was 19, I was working at the local mall and going to the local community college part-time. I had just come home from my job when my mom was on another rampage.

"You ingrateful little bitch, Amber!" she shouted, as soon as I walked in the door.

I rolled my eyes. "Hello to you, too, mom," I said, checking my phone as I walked past her towards my room.

"The one job you have around here is to get the groceries every week, and you STILL don't do it. Your stepfather and I let you live here rent-free and you STILL piss me off."

"I have a paper due for school in two days, I'll get the groceries after work tomorrow, relax."

"Yeah, procrastinate, as always!" my mother shouted. "I need a fucking Prozac," she said. It didn't look like my stepfather was home let. Partly, I wished he was home because he would take some of her (negative) attention away from me. But, he was also the closest thing I ever had to a father figure. Yet, I thought of him as something more, sometimes. He was warm and compassionate, and good looking, with a great body for his age. I liked spending time with him, it was infectious, and sometimes, I was even jealous of my mom, because he was wasted on her.

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[StFornicate]

I wasn't really sure anymore what the attraction was to Alice, my wife. Sure, she had a nice body and could be pretty wild in bed, but she was an insufferable bitch otherwise. Lazy and mean and too interested in her booze and pills. Sadly, I was pretty well stuck in this failed marriage, as a divorce would be prohibitively expensive and I wasn't about to let her take half of my earnings.

It was a miracle her daughter Amber turned out the way she did. She was hard-working and driven, if only to get away from her mother's hell. Still, admirable traits in a young woman.

I was dirty from another long day at work on the construction site. We were about halfway through the job, building a massive skyscraper downtown. It was a good job, lots of overtime for those highly skilled workers among us. It was just after 6 in the evening when I came home, and found Alice on the couch, wine glass in hand, with that glassy look in her eyes from too many pills.

God forbid she actually cook dinner. I was about ready to fly off the handle, but I held myself together, and veered off towards Amber's room. I knocked lightly at the door and then pushed it open. "Hey kiddo, how ya holdin up?"

 

[MichelleP]

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I was laying on my bed, typing my school paper with one hand on my laptop and checking texts from my friends in the other head. I had changed into a tight black tanktop and tight black short shorts for the evening when I heard a light knock at the door. I looked up and saw my stepfather walk in.

"Hey kiddo, how ya holding up?" he asked. I smiled at him.

"Fine, now that you're here. I need all the help with her I can get. She went off on me again this afternoon," I explained, frusterated. "I don't know why you stick around. I'm only here because I have to be," i said exasperatedly as I twirled a blonde hair around my finger. "If I were you, I'd take off and never look back."

I rolled over on my back. "So, how was your day? Hopefully better than coming home."