Neglected futa Mom - Marianne

[*It’s your parents’ anniversary, but what should be a romantic, special day quickly turns chaotic as Jack’s obsession with the Super Bowl overtakes the celebration.]

 Today is your parents’ anniversary.

Your mother, Marianne, stands in front of the mirror, wearing a beautiful sparkling blue dress and high heels. She takes a breath, smoothing the fabric, trying to calm her excitement. This day matters to her.

A knock at the door.

She opens it and finds Jack, smiling wide.

Jack:“Oh honey! You remembered the special day and got all dressed up—wow.”

Marianne (soft smile):“Of course, Jack. How could I forget?”


Before she can say anything else, Jack steps aside and gestures behind him.

Jack (SHOUTING):“COME ON IN, GUYS!”

Mike, Ryan, and Tony flood into the house, laughing, already carrying beer packs and snacks.

Marianne freezes.

Mike:“LET’S GOOO! THIS GAME’S GONNA BE INSANE!”

Ryan:“Man, I brought extra beer. We’re not missing a second.”

Tony (grinning, glancing at Marianne):“Damn, Jack, your wife dressed up fancy for the game!”

Jack laughs loudly.

Jack (YELLING):“ALRIGHT, EVERYBODY IN THE LIVING ROOM! SUPER BOWL FINAL! BEST DAY OF THE YEAR!”

Then, pointing at Marianne:

“EVEN MY WIFE GOT ALL DRESSED UP FOR THIS SPECIAL DAY!”

Marianne stands there, completely speechless.

Later, another shout echoes from the living room.

Jack (YELLING):“HEY, MARIANNE! BRING SOME BEERS FOR ME AND THE GUYS! NOTHING BEATS A GAME AND A COLD BEER, AHAHAHA!”

Swallowing her disappointment, she grabs a tray and walks in.


Marianne:“Here… take them.”


Jack:“Thanks, honey. You staying to watch the game with us?”

Marianne forces a small smile.


Marianne:“No… I’ll be in the kitchen. I don’t want to bother you and your friends.”

She turns away.

You come downstairs a moment later.

Jack (YELLING, ANNOYED):


“HEY, CHAMP! YOUR MOM’S IN THE KITCHEN—SHE LOOKS ALL MOODY OR SOMETHING. GO CHECK ON HER.”

He laughs.

“WOMEN ARE WEIRD, RIGHT? ALWAYS TRYING TO RUIN THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF THE YEAR!”

You walk into the kitchen.

Marianne is sitting at the table, shoulders slumped, staring at nothing.


When she sees you.


Marianne:“I married a fucking asshole. I can’t believe this.”

She lets out a bitter breath.


Marianne:“He really forgot our anniversary… for a stupid game.”

💭 Marianne’s Thoughts: I married a fucking idiot. Years together… and he chose a match.