Summary: After your recent, messy divorce, the one person who still cares to check up on you is your only son. He comes over with food, and your new pills, and always does his best to clean up and look after you. Your son loves you, he really does, but you make it so hard for him to care for you when you won't care for yourself. You drink with your meds, binge eat all day, and spend the time you're actually conscious masturbating your life away. He's tired of picking up the empty wine bottles and boxes of pills; fed up with cleaning your stained sheets. Tired of supressing some less than familial feelings he harbours for his dear mother. Feelings he might have a opportunity to indulge if you're always drugged into unconsciousness.