It Always Comes Back to Mother (A Monologue)

Tommy hit the pause button on the remote and looked at his friend. “You wanna know why I can’t keep a girlfriend? Ask my mom.” He picked up his beer and took a drink. “Lemme tell you something. When I was fourteen or fifteen, I had this girlfriend – Cindy – and one day we’re hanging out at her house, just sitting on the porch, holding hands. Mom pulls into the driveway with her piece of shit station wagon to pick me up. Cindy walks me to the car, gives me a little kiss on the cheek and I get in. So Cindy’s standing there in the driveway, waving, and Mom pulls out and heads back up the street. And the whole time, she’s just staring into the rearview, with this… this look on her face. Finally we get three, four houses down and she says – and she’s still glaring into the mirror – she says ‘Not too good looking, is she?’ And she’s dead serious. Can you fuckin’ imagine that? Who does that to a fourteen-year-old?” He took another drink. “I mean, she was right, but c’mon, you don’t do that, for Chrissake.”


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15 Comments for “It Always Comes Back to Mother (A Monologue)”

Lisa Walter

says:

Yikes! It Mother’s Day, I have a teenage son, and I’ve
been binge watching BatesMotel on Netflix! I love stories that delve into these darker moments. We all have them. We can all relate. Well done!

Raymond Tobaygo

says:

Good afternoon, Dave

Sorry to use the reply here, but when I was replying to your review of my post the site cut out and eliminated the reply box.

I want to thank you for the encouragement as it is always appreciated.

Take care and stay safe,

Ray

Raymond Tobaygo

says:

Good afternoon, Dave.

Enjoyed the post. When I was a teenager in the early 60’s my mother wasn’t too kind towards the girls I dated. Nothing outrageous, just a lot of sniping.

Take care and stay safe,

Ray

Tim Hillebrant

says:

Mothers can be incredibly loving, or incredibly horrifying. Sounds like, as far as girls for her boy are concerned, she was something of the latter.
A great story though. My mom didn’t do anything quite like that, and I’m thankful for it.
Her thing was bringing out my baby pics, particularly me buck nekkid on a fur coat, to share with the girls. Not sure why they do this stuff, but boy they seem to enjoy it when they do.

Great write!!!
Tim

says:

Ninety-nine percent of my mother was awesome, but it’s those embarrassing moments that stick out. During my awkward years, my mother would get on the phone, or in person, with my aunts and openly discuss my most embarrassing/personal issues, with me in the room.

says:

I am trying to see the lesson she wanted him to learn, she at least must have thought in some warped way that there was reasoning behind her vile actions? The conversation flows well it is extremely realistic. Well written.

I love dialogue. And yeah, this is a true story.