For those of you who’ve devoured Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell, you’ll know what – and who – I’m talking about.
The Mom in the story, Sabrina Douglas, fascinates me.
Sabrina, with her ponytail and soft jeans. Long limbs. Pretty. Who could have had any man she wanted.
Sabrina, who chooses to make too many mistakes.
Sabrina, married to Richie Trout, who frequents one particular bar, and is always in a p*ssy mood.
Sabrina, who’s got four kids – Eleanor, Ben, who’s almost a teenager and needs a haircut, Maisie, who has a temper and can cat-fight like a pro and Little Richie – who all know how to cry without making a sound.
Sabrina, who is selfish.
What kind of mother, I ask you, is selfish enough to solely focus on herself and defends her alcoholic and physically abusive “husband” and does not protect her own kids?
What kind of mother tiptoes around her own house like an albino rat, afraid of crashes, and begs her kids do the same?
What kind of mother lets the said alcoholic husband smoke weed, and get this – keep a gun, A GUN, dear God – stashed somewhere in the house?
What kind of mother lets her crazy husband beat her up so hard, that the children can hear her crying in the next room?
What kind of mother, I ask you, makes her children live in constant fear that she’s going to get murdered someday? And when the kids wake up to the smell of breakfast, they have to see bruises on their Mom’s skin – and also hickeys?
I’ll tell you what kind.
The broken kind. The weak kind. Never has a fictional character – be it in a book or a movie – affected me as much.
She got me comparing her to my own mother. And I’ll be honest, my mother might be the way she is – but at least she’s not selfish. Not even weak willed.
I’m glad she’s not.
Has any fictional character affected you like crazy? Let me know!