"Bring Liina here immediately. I promise it's not about you, and nothing bad will happen to either of you. I just need to tell Liina something very important, and it needs to be said face to face." That was the phone call that woke me this morning. Her mother's impassioned tone still runs through my head over and over. Had it not been for her tone, I wouldn't bring her. But her voice spoke sincerity, and I have little choice but to believe her.
"Liina, wake up." She rolls over, deep sleeper that she can be when contented. Just a few hours prior, she finally brought me to orgasm, and shortly after I pleasured her myself. After the morning's
I wake up to the strong smell of vodka, a smell that's haunted me for years. A smell that's becoming all too common again. Dammit... Mom's been... troubled lately. I never expected her to give up drinking as easily as she pretended. I knew there would be relapses. I knew it would never just go away. I never expected her to relapse as often as she does, though. She goes without for a few weeks and then she just gives in.
Even drunk, my mom's still a great mom. She stands up for me and provides for me, but she needs to get away from the stuff completely. She's just... It's not even a personality thing, she just can't survive drinking so much f
