The Mother

    She used to wake up early morning to prepare the morning coffee for the Father, put the breakfast for her kids, go for grocery shop to collect the missing ingredients for the launch, and pay the bills if any. She used to do all those things like somebody is following her with stick because the launch should be ready at 11:00 AM or bomb will explode in the house, taking into consideration everything should be perfect in order to feel some sort of satisfaction from the Father. If everything is ok, the Father will provide a couple of words as a complement to show his affection toward her, and that was enough for her, those kind of lovely comments and complements were more than enough for her to justify the act of running like there is no tomorrow, after he goes to sleep she will have the time to watch the TV which was occupied by the Father. She will start cleaning the house after the Father goes to work and enjoy the counted hours assuming that every single moment will pass like a year because that was her only get away from the whole day stress, so she spend those moment wisely with the neighbors or watching some movies until he comes back home once again when he takes his turn on the TV and she start preparing something lite for the meze and the dinner.

  

     Clock ticks 8:00 PM sharp she goes with him to his artificial kingdom and force herself to resist the urge of leaving him alone by trying to enjoy his subjects and if he started to mock her family she pushes herself to the extreme and suppressing her urge of speaking up. Her emotions were always mixed between loving and hating him, between leaving him permanently and being afraid from his wrath toward such actions. She was living this heaven or hell on daily bases while she had a lot of choices and none. When they fight she explodes on her kids and when they are in a good mood she treats her kids with sincere emotions and caring. She used to be the Father and mother when the Father is not at home, and when he is she used to be the slave who takes orders and fulfill them as he said without asking why. She has no right to question his intellect even though she didn't have a lot of it, but that was the case for her, sometimes the Father say a couple of words to praise the way she thinks and sometimes punishes her for her idiocy by pinpointing her immaturity and her fragile and broken background. From the Mother point of view there were no man such a man most of the time, some other times she thinks of him as the embodiment of prehumen, and he doesn't deserve all the sacrifices she.

 

She managed to live with him in a way she altered her reasoning and goals like what Sisyphus did, ending up lost between regret and hope. She was a good mother but on her own way, and she have been perceived as a good mother by the Father also in his own way. The mother started to become religious after sometime because it was the only way for her to be able to resist this life, she stopped thinking about her sexuality long time ago and that was one of the reasons she was stressed almost all the time and complicated her life, but she tried to justify it by the Father is getting older by counting the days and nights, until she reached to a point where she stopped thinking about her beauty and being a good looking woman, she started to get weight by time. All the things changed her to irrational and emotionally separated from her self, on emotional matters she used to explode, without employing her rationality. Sometimes she were depressed other times she were happy about silly things, she shaped a pretty unique understanding of her surroundings, by doing an adaptation of Father's ideology molded around emotional template, by doing this she got adjusted to the idea  of being in control over everything but the Father. Her emotional template were always pushing against the ideological mold until it gets liberated and reaches the surface as a bubble which explodes once it interacts with the exterior surface and the thin air above it.

 

A lot of compromises have been made or put on place to sustain their union out of they got used to each other and everybody had his own idea why they should continue with each other, the only thing they shared from those contradicted ideas is the kids. Maybe she was faking her emotions toward the Father in order to feel alive. By time she started melt minute after a minute and born once again like the phoenix was born from his ashes, this cycle happened a couple of times until her genesis allowed her to live a lie or to protect her from lies.

 

They used to be pretty contradicted and both of them did some sacrifices so they could live together, the Father biggest compromise was living with a lower intellect, and adjusting himself to that fact, while the Father knew that the Mother provided the biggest compromises and respected her and loved her for that. You can’t say that they didn't like the way they used to live even if the facts says otherwise, both of them had their huge moments of happiness, joy and laughter, even if they living the life of lieutenant and soldier in the army during war times, and this is how they perceived it, because life was a constant war against its conditions and their right to exist as hard working middle class family, and the freedom to hope for better life conditions for them and their kids.

 

Author's Note

this is only a draft which will be updated after the story takes a shape