Disapproval from my Mother

“Hi Dad.” I said lovingly as I hugged him. I felt my chest press into his and felt my nipple piercings rub against him, ‘He had to have noticed didn’t he?’, I thought to myself. However he didn’t say anything.

We walked towards the dining room with his hand on my lower back guiding me. It was something he had done time and again but this time it felt different.

Getting to the dining table I see Mom starting to put plates of food on the table, “You almost missed dinner.” She said as she looked up then she added, “Kimberly, why do you wear such shit, you look like a tramp.” My mother was always subtle.

“It’s comfortable, and it’s not like I’m going out, just over here to see you guys.” I said repeating a line I had rehearsed time and again.

My Dad shrugged looking me over quickly, “At least it’s a good band Judith, who doesn’t like Pink Floyd?”

“You are not helping Frank.” Yep my parent’s Frank and Judith, with their two kids, Kimberly and Jethro, “I can all but see your nipples and I can see all those tattoo’s you got.” Yep, loving mother. “You had such wonderful skin..” She continued.

“I still do Mom,” I interrupted taking a seat, “Now it’s just decorated, like wearing makeup.” I said, we had had this conversation time and again. I noticed that my father didn’t seem to comment, not on my piercings, not on my tats. I had noticed it before but after having the discussions with Mark it made me think that maybe there was a reason that he didn’t comment.

The rest of dinner was pretty standard, no significant conversation, my parents avoiding asking about Mark, talking about work, family, my brother etc etc. dinner was usually pretty boring. Soon enough dinner was thankfully over, it’s not that I don’t love my mother, but she is just so judgemental and behind the times so I was happy when she announced that she was going to have an early shower and go to bed.

At the same time my heart started racing, this was where I was supposed to do something, this was where I had reached crunch time. I let Mom leave and started to help Dad clean up I had to think of something to get the ball rolling so to speak.