Mother Gothel

This is the backstory to why Mother Gothel is the way she is.

My father was always the type of man to cheat. I remember him leaving for work in the morning and stuff a clean outfit into his bag before kissing my mother goodbye. I can't ever forget the evening my mother and were walking down the streets of the supermarket while holding hands and I had seen my father and another woman sitting outside of the restaurant. They were both drinking coffee and laughing. It was like they had no clue as to what they were doing. That night, my father didn't return home until midnight; he said he had worked late but I always knew what he meant by that.

I had refused to believe my mother knew about his affairs but I'm not so naïve now.

Despite my father's affairs, my mother stayed intact. By that, I'm mean she was the only real parent in the family. She would show up to my class to make sure I had a lunch. I couldn't say she was a great parent but she was a trying one at least. As I grew older, she became less of a parent than my father. They had divorced and as my father continued trying to get to know every girl in our kingdom, my mother would lay awake in her chambers with stained cheeks. I was lucky if I had a hot dinner in the evenings.

I longed for her attention. I began sneaking out at night and I stopped studying for exams. I even started to experiment with men. I smoked, I drank, and I teased the elderly for the way they look: their old, shriveled skin and wrinkled faces. My mother receive calls from my instructors, they told her I had stopped attending class. The most attention I got from her was when I was caught climbing down my window and she laid her hand across my cheek for the skimpy dress I was wearing. She said I was just an embarrassment. After that, I never saw my own bed again, or my clothes. I borrowed my friends' dresses and slept in their beds to. I had promised myself if I ever had a daughter that I would be a better parent than my own. I would keep her safe and well. I would keep her from all the dangerous, harmful things in the world.My daughter would be the most important thing to me, and it would never be for my own selfish reasons.

Eventually, I dreamt of having my own family, my mother had passed and I had grown old. The queen was near a child and my Golden Flower was taken to protect the queen and her newborn. I sobbed for nights as I deemed for a child to bare.

Author's Note

It's not finished, sorry for the drop ending.

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