This is my day three entry for Voice Week over at BeKindReWrite.
It is a five-day writing challenge and you can check it out over here: Voice Week HQ
I can recommend reading the work of other participants. There is a lot of incredible material.
For the sake of clarity in the title, please note that today’s character is not the alcoholic mother, but the mother of the alcoholic mother. I repeat, this is NOT the alcoholic mother’s voice.
AN ALCOHOLIC MOTHER
Voice Of Mother
It’s about bloody time she sorted herself out.
I always said her father’s spoiling her like that would come to no good. You tell me how a woman with a grown son takes so long to realise she’s a failure.
And that good for nothing husband of hers? Pfugh! My husband, God rest his soul, would never have stood for such over-indulging in self-pity.
That poor, dear son of hers. My grandson. Of course I did my best to shelter him from her in their so-called home, but I could only do so much. Oh, how I wish I could see that boy again. You know, I hear he’s back visiting her now that she’s seeking help. It’s so bloody unfair.