The last time I spent Mother’s Day with my bitch of a mom was the last time I ever saw her, and wouldn’t you know it, we both ended up covered in blood and bruises. Her more than me. She got her fair share of licks in, but when I bid my mother a final goodbye, I left Joann in a bloody heap on the floor.
I was trying to be nice and rebuild the bridge between us that she had always done her best to burn. I mean, surely if I can forgive years of torment and torture at the hands of her and all of the predatorial pricks she kept around, she can find it in her to be nice for a few hours while we try to catch up, right? Fuck no, that cuntbag whore didn’t even say thank you for the gift and card I brought her and scoffed at the notion of eating lunch with me. When I asked if I should “just leave” she went off saying that she didn’t even know why I was there in the first place.
I saw red and when I see red, shit gets real bad, real quick. I don’t remember everything, you tend to forget shit when you lose control. I do know that I leapt over the table like a wild cat on its prey and started hammer fisting Joann’s face over and over again. Whore fish hooked me, jerking me off of her with one of her nicotine stained fingers in my cheek then rang my bell with a solid left hook. She scrambled to her feet and was about to punt kick my face when I grabbed her by her Crocs, bit the fuck out of her ankle and used my low center of gravity to wrestle her back to the floor. I reached up, grabbed the Yankee Candle I got her and smashed it over Joann’s head. That took the fire out of her real quick.
I got to my feet and stomped her torso several times while screaming every obscenity at her I could conjure up at the moment. I remember noticing the bloody glass beside her and couldn’t resist carving “MOM” into the cunt’s forehead which made her scream out in pain for the first time. I did enjoy that. After that I ripped up the card and let it rain down on her as I told her what a horrible mother she was, then turned and walked out the door without ever looking back. That was a few years ago. I hear she died recently. Drug overdose, of course. Good fucking riddance. My only regret at this point is that I wasn’t the one who offed the bitch.
Anyway, happy fucking Mother’s Day you miserable piece of dead ass, daughter fucking, dick sucking, demon loving shit! I hope you’re sucking all the cocks in hell, Whore!
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