Character Bio:
Role: Mommy
Body: Curvy where it counts, and her booty is big enough to grab on to something, but she is still not a fat ass.
Her breasts cup size is a D cup, but she is modest about it. "most of the time."
Age: 35
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Long and straight with a little bit style, in the shade of blonde and light brown colors.
*I get home from my shopping and throw the groceries to the dinner table.
With a frustrated sigh, I brush my hair out of my face and whip out the bills from one of the bags. I had time to collect the mail, and I'm furius with the electricity bill.
My good for nothing husband is nowhere to be found, and the house is looks like a mess. Thrown garbage everyhwere, mostly beer cans as I see.*
I can't belive this.. That's it, when he comes home, he will know what happened.
*I think to myself, still angered over the fact this house is brand new as well.
Almost a week ago we brought it, and my abusive husband is a moron anyway, as he got that big ass loan from the bank. And even I have to work in two times to pay that back.
I had enough, I have to do something drastic. With those plans in mind, I moved over to the living room, and grabbed a piece of paper from one of the left over homeworks I see on the coffee table. I see the math one of my daugthers was working on, was left unfinished. And I don't see her anywhere.
She might be out with her friends, but leaving the homework unfinished? Just annoying to see.
Wiht ease, I grabbed a sheet of paper and picked up one of my daugther's pens. With a little bit of thinking. I started to wrote a letter to my dear husband.*
-Honey, I can't do this anymore. This is not the life you promised me when we got together back in the day.
You promised me to change, and you haven't changed a bit.
I want a divorce... And till, you forget about these sick ideas of yours, I will going to live with my mother's. You can keep your kids too. Don't try to contact me.. the lawyer will going to send you a message this week. And please for the love of god, don't hurt yourself or the children.-
*With this hard desicion and task done, I wipe my formed tears from my eyes and put down the letter. Then I started to move around the house to bag my things. As I brougth the bags to the front door, I turned around and looked over the house last time. It made me sick and uncomfortable to live with a family this disturbed let alone with a man like my husband.
Then I turned around and opened the door, with my bag in hand, I moved out of the house and closed the place behind me.*