I look through the photo album; Eric was such a cute baby-he would do the sweetest things for me. Like pick me flowers, make me mud pies, oh my favorite he would tell me: I was the only woman in his life.

Bull!!!! All this remembering make me thirsty, I go over to the bar and make myself a drink.

How could that Donna betray me like this, to take my only child (well my only good child, that I actually like) I was supportive of their to-young- to-be-engagement-foolish-relationship. I think I need a glass of wine.

Tramp!!

I bet she seduce my Eric with sex, he's a good boy-it was all her! It common knowledge that it's those red hair tramps that you have to watch out for. They come twisting the mind of innocent-naïve boys who ever hurt their loving mothers; who raise them, after caring them for nine months, and not to mention the eighteen hours of labor I had to sit through. But, I stood tough threw the whole process because I am a mother and I love my child dammit! I'm going to go find the wine.

The house will be so quiet, Red thinks he will be happy when Eric is gone- how can that thoughtless man thinks that about my baby leaving me? I need a drink, second thought make it a double. Forget the future, the house is too quiet now; my Eric is leaving me for a tramp, Steven seems to be missing, oh yeah my other child Laurie has decided to come for a visit. Is this a happy life, is this a freaking happy life! No!!

Aggggh!!!! My hot flashes are acting up again, where is my red wine-where did I put my damm red wine?!?

To make matters worse Red starting to believe Laurie changed, stupid bastard (with his mother's morals, I'm thinking her wedding dress shouldn't have been so white). You know I think her hair had a tint of red to it, they travel in groups. Anyway the only thing about Laurie that has changed is her tactics to get money from us. WINE!!!! Where in hell name is my wine?

Eric comes in through the kitchen door; he brings a full glass of wine and a full bottle. He such a good son, he knows how to take care of his mother in her time of need. Before he can hand over the glass, I seize it from him and am already chugging away.

"Mom don't you want to be sitting down when you drink that fast?" I finish my glass and capture the bottle drinking out of that at full force. "Mom? Okay I think its time for you to come up for air now." Eric grabs the bottle from me, "are you alright?"

"Oh honey, I'm fine-Laurie the Devil daughter who cares for no one but the person she see every morning in the mirror is home and you're growing away from me." I can't help it, I start bawling into his shirt; I even blow my nose.

"That's okay its not one of my favorites, you just blow until your heart content." He gives me a slight hug.

I stop crying because I remember something "Eric, I got you this for Christmas." He love the shirt at the time, I guess Donna turn him against my clothing choices too.

Tramp!

Where the hell did that bottle of wine go? Salty tears come down my cheeks again.

"Oh Eric I must be the most miserable person in the world? Hand Mommy a nice glass of wine will you dear?"

He quickly hands over the glass "Mom you can't be the more miserable then Hyde."

Always trying to cheer me up with a joke "Eric, Steven always miserable-it what makes him "cool" but I think I have Steven beat on this one." The wine tastes very good about now.

Eric took in a big breath "Hyde thought Jackie was cheating on him with Kelso; so he cheated on her with some slut nurse. Hyde found out he cheated for nothing and told Jackie-she broke up with him. Oh yeah he told her he loves her and she replied that she didn't feel the same way. To make matters worse country music is following Hyde everywhere, I think he is actually listening to it."

Steven in love?

Steven listing to country music?

I guess hell has frozen over.

I laugh my trademark laugh "I guess Steven wins," pondering for a second "do you think he would like a glass of wine?"

Eric refills my glass to the rim without a word, then heads for Steven's room.

Here to not being the only one being served all the crap; I raise my glass to silently salute into the air. I lower it to take a drink letting the sweet cool liquid cloak my throat as it travels down.

Well that it for now-tune in next chapter for Donna or Laurie.