Chapter Seven
When I Drink ‒ I Get Drunk, When I Kiss ‒ I Lose Money
I don’t know... Maybe it was a female sixth sense... Or a mother’s instinct. But every time I went to a brothel, my mother somehow sensed it. And became very confrontational. She almost never had proof that I will go to a w***e and didn’t even mention it, but she surely did shower me with severe reprovals without reason. She would fly off the handle because my room was untidy or I didn’t finish lunch or bought the wrong sparkling water... It didn’t matter. Things that she would mention with minimal nagging under normal circumstances turned into mortal sins and she often shouted at me. When that happened, I said that I must rush to the uni and flew from the apartment.
However, she couldn’t be unpleasant for my birthday.
