Only a few people know why moomers is my oshi now. I know I'm lucky, but I'm not that lucky.
Moomers is my baby. For most of my life, she has taken up more than her fair share of time, energy, money, love, sweat, and blood. I feel blessed, but there were so many things I wish she'd been. My grandmother, my mother, and my sister are still alive, but they have nothing to do with moomers. If you were to see the woman I'm so proud to be her mother, you wouldn't think so. I'm just the opposite.
She's a lazy fat pig. She gets everything on her own. She's a slacker. She gets my dad and sister as little help as possible, which is why they live the only life they know - that of slackers. And their lack of motivation to be anything better than they already are comes directly from her.
She's a drug addict. Her first stop on any journey would be a store for booze. I would say she started on the alcohol, but the alcohol really began when she met my dad, long after I was born. She drank with him every chance she got, until she was pregnant with me, at which point she gave up drinking. While he drank to get to sleep, she would knock herself out with vodka and sleeping pills until she couldn't even get up in the morning. She only stopped when I was seven.
Moomers would lie to my dad all the time, to get money and supplies for herself. She went through his credit cards, he didn't even know what was going on. He thinks she has a friend named Jo or Joanna.
She cheated on my dad. They were not together when I was born, but when I was four, the day I started school, I came home to find her giving my dad a blowjob in the living room. While he was passed out in the
