Shortly after her divorce from my father at 42, mom went a little nuts. There was this over 30 bar about 10 miles away, she would get all dolled up and go over there every few nights. I never knew if she would be coming home that night.
She would call me from some guy’s apartment, the next morning, and then walk out to the sidewalk where I would go to pick her up. She would sleep it off at home, then we would go to the bar and retrieve her car. I was maybe 18 at the time.
Before she left to go out, we would kiss goodbye, on the lips. I would try and hold that kiss as long as I could, a little longer each evening she left. I knew she was going out to get fucked, and it was starting to really do something for me. I have a younger brother and sister, but we were the only ones living in the house, at this time. I also didn’t have a girlfriend.