a common mindset

Part 2

The stuffing wouldn't fit.
It wasn't my fault. It was thanksgiving and the meat just wasn't tender enough. It had sounded like a reasonable thing to do for Thanksgiving, preparing a meal for just her and her son. Y'know, to really get into some holiday cheer.I mean, they had to be as cheerful as possible, because there was plenty of subjects this year to be upset about.One stuck out in particular.
Especially since it was just her son and her now.The rest of her family was out of the country.She cringed, at the realization that she had left behind her family back in Minnesota just to satisfy his job's needs.
She really couldn't believe it.She just couldn't BELIEVE IT!! After all of that time together, all of those years, those, those fucking vows! Just down the damn drain.She had wasted most of her life on him, and, and that whore. That whore just came and swept him off of his feet!
Oh, no she was tearing the meat too thin now. She resized the meat, pounded into it a little, just to make it easier to shape. She needed it to be edible, after all.For her and her boy.
But oh, after she had caught them.He had had the audacity to attempt to.. Have AT IT with that cheap bitch when he thought that she wasn't going to be home. But oh, oh he had forgotten that their boy had had a soccer game that day. He had told her a couple of weeks ago that he wouldn't be able to attend, so he must've forgotten, right?
No, their son was only her boy now. Only hers.
She could hear him entering the kitchen behind her, awake early for once. Probably due their current grievances. Or by the banging in the basement made by that dumb dog her boy had picked up.
"Mommy?" Her boy said, sleepily rubbing his eyes with his small, adorably pudgy, balled up fists.
"Yes sweetie?" The woman said, canning the spices, drenching the now tender meat in herbal spices and rather rough pouts of liberal squirts of ranch every here and there.
"Where's daddy?"
The woman stiffened. Her hand rested on the carving knife near the sink. She held in her breath.
"Daddy's not coming back sweetie."
"Why?"
"Because..because he's found a new job now. Somewhere far away." With that whore nonetheless.She hoped that one day she'd rot in hell with Mr.Moneybags.
But for now she'd have to settle for the basement. But oh,that would be hell on Earth for her too. She'd see to it.
"Oh. But mommy?"
"Yes honey?"
"If daddy's gone somewhere far away, then why are you holding his head?"