What an ungrateful son of a bitch!
These comments I kept to myself, more so since the son happens to be my one and only. To have the gall to tell me to mind my own business! This after 18 hours in labor, after developing gestational diabetes, and a ruptured vagina to bring this boy forth into this God forsaken world... and he has the audacity to disrespect me!
-“Fine! Have it your way my dear. Just ignore my gut feelings about that girl. I simply hope that one day you don’t end up in court like The Beatles. I mean, like Paul McCartney, with his gorgeous wife ready to gauge his eyes out for as much money as she can take him for! To think that she seemed like such a paragon of virtues too! She's all for fighting for animal rights... and unsheathing her claws only when it was only prudent to do so.” Sandra said this maliciously.
-“Mom, I’m sorry, but I need to decide who is best for me. I love Sherry. She is a wonderful girl, and I am sure with time you will grow to love her too. It’s settled! We are getting married this summer.” Paul said this with finality as he kissed Sandra on the cheek and departed.
Why do men think with their dicks? Sandra thought this, as she shook her head. She could not pin point what it was about this too cute girl which she did not buy, and made her repel the notion of Sherry becoming her daughter-in-law. Perhaps it was due to her calculating, soul less eyes, or the haughtiness which adorned her like an offensive perfume.
Sandra looked in the full length mirror. She thought to herself that one day Sherry too would be a victim of the passage of time. Good looks are ephemeral, and if there is no substance to support the façade, time as implacable as it is, would one day too rob Sherry's skin of its suppleness, elasticity, and firmness. She wondered if the mirage of love would be sustainable then?
At fifty-five years of age, Sandra was holding up very well, yet of course this did little to ameliorate the mourning of her youthful beauty. Sandra took careful inventory of herself, turning sideways, and looking at her reflection from the back. She was not happy with her ass. Years of sitting behind a desk had made her buttocks resemble a set of pancakes.
-“Carla, thanks for having coffee with me, I really need a good friend to talk to now. Things just seem out of whack for me. I feel as if things are out of my control. This, starting with my ass, and my son, who is choosing an airhead girl for a wife... whose main assests are her amplified boobs! Also, I sense that my husband is cheating on me............. This is really shaking my self-esteem Carla. I called you to ask you for a referral to a decent plastic surgeon. I have decided to be a little more selfish and do something for myself. I want to get a Brazilian butt lift, something a la Jennifer Lopez.”
-“Honey are you crazy? That woman needs special underwear to accommodate her ass!
You have a great figure, and I’m sorry to be so blunt, but at our age, we can’t look forward to wearing low cut jeans with a thong peeking from the cleft of our butt cheeks!”
-“Oh hush Carla. Today’s 50’s are the new 35’s. Why, I hardly look my age with all the junk I get injected into my face. I’m not ready to be Grandma Moses yet, and go gently into that goodnight! I want something to lift my spirits - as well as my ass – to help me feel really good about myself!” Sandra said with conviction.
-“Listen to reason Sandra! I need to warn you that plastic surgery does not come without risks. Let me tell you about this lady friend of mine. She is only 40 years old – only 40! And needs to wear diapers.
She too wanted a pick-me up, and she decided to go to a surgeon in the San Fernando Valley. This guy has a strange last name; anyway, after having four kids, she wanted to get this ‘vagina reconstructive’ surgery done. To make a long story short, this man is so inept that he punctured two holes into her bladder!
She’s gone to other doctors to get the problem corrected without positive results. She rues the day that she had the procedure done. Trust me Hun, think long and hard before messing with what nature and God blessed you with. You should not endanger your health so lightly - not even for a man!"
Post her operation, Sandra did rue the day she decided to get it done. It hurt so much! As the pain killers lured her to sleep, she cursed her cheating husband. She took solace in how good she would look once she mended. She would go buy lots of sexy, lacy lingerie to show case her new assets. That thought motivated a little smile, before sleep embraced her.
to be continued...
