Kept Woman Drabble "Separate"
Just something I've wrote quick. So much KW at the moment lol :\
1st person POV from a grown up Nadia.
One of my earliest memories is of sitting in a high chair, mashed potato squashed under my hands, forgotten as my mom threw a glass of red wine in my dad's face.
No, back up. No, before that what I can remember was that song, you know the one by Nancy Sinatra? There were no radio stations of course but we had CD's. It was playing while we ate dinner, my parents separated at either end like always.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...
Oh damn...my mother was like a whirlwind at times, a forest fire. You spark her and she'll set you and everyone else on fire with her anger. That song, it came on and he was singing along, just eating his lamb chops, minding his own business when mom picked up her wine and threw it across the table. He was drenched, it ran down his face in rivets, all red. It freaked me out, I thought my mommy had hurt him and I started to cry as they both got up from their seats, my mom racing forward. But she didn't hit him like I thought and neither did he. She picked up the CD player and threw the fucking thing out of the window. I can still remember the song playing before it hit the ground.
At least I think I can.
Yeah, so my parents didn't really get on and I never really knew why. They were divorced they told me but never married, they were together but not. My father loved her, my father was nice and spoilt me while my mom was always so angry and stressed.It seemed to me that she picked on him, would cause fights for absolutely no reason other then because he was in the room at the time.
It was really bad the first few years. Later mom told me that she slept with a knife.
When I was about three or four my dad came to me after one of their biggest fights that had me hoarse with screaming and crying and held me, told me everything would be alright. All I could say was why? Why?! Why?! He said he had made mom upset, he had mentioned her brother.
Never mention uncle Alejandro, not ever otherwise she'll go completely and utterly insane. Daddy said it was best not to bring him up, I didn't want make mommy mad did I? Of course not.
They were separated even when they sometimes awkwardly hugged. I was desperate for those moments, for the smiles that my mother would fleetingly give him before catching herself. She was achingly beautiful, my mother. She told me that she loved him before, never loved anyone so much. Her angel. But something, that huge something had happened.
It had created that emotional distance in my mother, only anger the surface emotion that he could scratch and ignite. And...well I don't think she ever meant it, despite it all my mom was very loving but - but my relationship with her was never as close as the one I had with my dad. She saw this and it just made her more sad and bitter.
I wish that distance was breached, I wish my mother would shine instead of burn.
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Think I'll write some Syden or Gabden next...
1st person POV from a grown up Nadia.
One of my earliest memories is of sitting in a high chair, mashed potato squashed under my hands, forgotten as my mom threw a glass of red wine in my dad's face.
No, back up. No, before that what I can remember was that song, you know the one by Nancy Sinatra? There were no radio stations of course but we had CD's. It was playing while we ate dinner, my parents separated at either end like always.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...
Oh damn...my mother was like a whirlwind at times, a forest fire. You spark her and she'll set you and everyone else on fire with her anger. That song, it came on and he was singing along, just eating his lamb chops, minding his own business when mom picked up her wine and threw it across the table. He was drenched, it ran down his face in rivets, all red. It freaked me out, I thought my mommy had hurt him and I started to cry as they both got up from their seats, my mom racing forward. But she didn't hit him like I thought and neither did he. She picked up the CD player and threw the fucking thing out of the window. I can still remember the song playing before it hit the ground.
At least I think I can.
Yeah, so my parents didn't really get on and I never really knew why. They were divorced they told me but never married, they were together but not. My father loved her, my father was nice and spoilt me while my mom was always so angry and stressed.It seemed to me that she picked on him, would cause fights for absolutely no reason other then because he was in the room at the time.
It was really bad the first few years. Later mom told me that she slept with a knife.
When I was about three or four my dad came to me after one of their biggest fights that had me hoarse with screaming and crying and held me, told me everything would be alright. All I could say was why? Why?! Why?! He said he had made mom upset, he had mentioned her brother.
Never mention uncle Alejandro, not ever otherwise she'll go completely and utterly insane. Daddy said it was best not to bring him up, I didn't want make mommy mad did I? Of course not.
They were separated even when they sometimes awkwardly hugged. I was desperate for those moments, for the smiles that my mother would fleetingly give him before catching herself. She was achingly beautiful, my mother. She told me that she loved him before, never loved anyone so much. Her angel. But something, that huge something had happened.
It had created that emotional distance in my mother, only anger the surface emotion that he could scratch and ignite. And...well I don't think she ever meant it, despite it all my mom was very loving but - but my relationship with her was never as close as the one I had with my dad. She saw this and it just made her more sad and bitter.
I wish that distance was breached, I wish my mother would shine instead of burn.
**************
Think I'll write some Syden or Gabden next...