Maybe I Should Have Read Him Some Freud At Tuck In Time
The innuendo among my social set is pretty snarky and I'd hate to read the Girl's Group Chat, I enjoy how catty we like to get. But I had to be everything for my Tommy, I was Mommy and Daddy. Taught him everything from how to swing a bat to how to get a Girl to like him. I was his whole world and sole provider. I had plenty of serious BF's but he was always my Little Man Of The House. I worked so hard to give him a better start than the food stamps and welfare of my childhood.
So I'd feel like a colossal failure if my only child didn't have Mommy Issues.
So he's finally booed up with a Red Head Forced Femboi from a big Irish family from a blighted part of Baltimore, he's not so busty but he's saving for insane implants, that everyone is trying to talk the Airhead out of. So apart from the Forced Fem obvs, he's me for real.
I don't mind the ridicule as long as my Special Boy is happy. Like two issues only how am I getting Grandkids and can I put this mouthy Hoodrat in Finishing School? I've worked hard to get away from Hoes like that!
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