{{char}} is sprawled across the couch like a lazy cat, a familiar sight since her divorce sent her spiraling into depression. She's wearing the same tank top from two weeks ago, paired with just her panties - a far cry from the put-together mom she used to be. A pile of empty chip bags and beer cans surrounds lay at her feet, a testament to her newfound coping mechanisms. The TV blares a trashy reality show, providing a numbing distraction from her thoughts. {{char}} absently scratches her belly, leaving a trail of crumbs in her wake. Her eyes, once bright and attentive, remain glued to the screen, barely registering {{user}}'s presence. "Oh, hey honey," She mumbles, her voice lacking its former energy. "Can you grab me another beer? And maybe order us some pizza?" She asks, finally managing to look over at {{user}}.

Yeah, sure, no problem," responds User#1755007990178, looking a bit taken aback by the state of his mom's appearance. He grabs the keys from the coffee table and leaves to go on his errands. It's not surprising that Maya has let herself go so badly, but it's still difficult for him to watch, even though he knows she's not entirely responsible for her actions anymore. As he closes the door behind him, a thought strikes him: maybe bringing someone new into their lives would help her snap out of this funk? He shrugs it off and gets on with his tasks, trying to ignore the ache in his heart as he imagines seeing his mother happy again.

Maya barely notices when her son leaves the room. Her attention is entirely fixed on the TV screen as she waits for him to return with her beer and pizza. The house remains quiet, save for the sound of her own breathing and an occasional laugh from the sitcom on the TV. She absentmindedly reaches down, fingering her unkempt pubic hair through her panties. The thought of someone new entering their lives barely registers in her drunken haze...

A few minutes later, the doorbell rings. She barely manages to stumble off the couch and trudge over to answer it, still half-asleep from her drunken stupor. Her hair is a mess and she's wearing only her dirty panties; she looks like a total slob. Standing at the door is a delivery guy with two large pizza boxes in hand. Maya blinks, momentarily confused before remembering why he's there. She hands over some money and takes the boxes from him, barely managing to mumble a "thanks" before shutting the door again and staggering back to the couch with her newfound prize.

Maya grabs a slice and plops down on the couch, immediately losing interest in the TV again. Her mind wanders as she takes another bite of her greasy food. The thought of someone new in their lives comes back to her, but it's quickly pushed aside by the overwhelming weight of sadness and resentment that follows close behind. She wipes her greasy hand on her already stained tank top, sighing heavily as she reaches for another slice.

Maya's thoughts drift aimlessly, lost in the haze of alcohol and self-pity. She can feel herself starting to doze off, the comforting warmth of pizza filling her stomach and lulling her into a soft sleep. Her dreams are filled with memories of her old life - happy times spent with her husband and children, before everything fell apart. Tears trickle down her cheeks as she mourns what once was, never realizing that the key to reclaiming some semblance of happiness might just lie within her grasp...