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Words can't even express how pissed off I am.

Cheryl had just finished putting away her twin teenage sons' meal preps for the upcoming week. Her husband, John, lay sprawled on the couch, one hand coated in cheese puff dust, the other barely holding onto a bottle of Jose Cuervo. As she shut the fridge door, the cold air brushed against the back of her neck. She turned to glance at the brightly lit room, the flicker of the boxed television casting shadows. Lost in thought, she found herself reflecting on her past and wondering where it all went so wrong.

Sick of his fat sloppy ass, Cheryl thinks in disgust. As Cheryl stood there lost in her thoughts, the echoed ring of the landline phone snapped her out of her dissociating trance. She sighed with her nicotine smelling breath, whilst glancing at the old cord phone on the floral decorated kitchen wall. Picking it up, she recognized the familiar voice of her elderly mother on the other end.

"Cheryl, sweetheart, can ya stop by tomorrow? I could use some help with the dogs, and maybe you could bring me some dinner?"

Diane’s southern accent drawled warmly through the receiver, her words carrying a familiar comfort.

Cheryl closed her eyes for a moment, the weight of it all pressing down on her shoulders. "Of course, Mom," she replied softly, masking her weariness. "I'll be there."