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.I haven't missed his Thursday lives. I bet the kids are glad too.
Tom misses the money he gets from his Thursday Lives. He actually mentioned it. When he went live doing the monthly shopping list he referenced having missed the previous 2 Thursday Lives (now 3) and he mentioned how the Thursday lives make him money.. -
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Nothing will ever change. He's a terrible father. . -
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It's so bizarre to me that the shopping lives are so successful because nothing happens in them. It's always the exact same thing - they go to the same store and buy the same things and annoy the same employees, and then he comes home and makes the same pizza and dry-ass rolls. He could probably just reupload a live from 3 months ago and no one would be able to tell the difference. . -
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For those sorely missing this week's shopping Live:
The scene opens with Tom and family sitting in the van while he stares in confusion at his mobile phone, wondering if the Live is Live and if anyone knows he's Live.
Realising he's Live, Tom proceeds to drawl his welcomes and explains how tired he is. The children sit, resigned and Hannah's booming voice punctuates the sullen silence.
The next scene is of Tom driving through the streets of Moorcroft whilst reading comments shown on his mobile and utterly disregarding the rules of the road. He draws into the shop carpark, hopes the signal will work once inside and complains how tired he is.
Inside the shop the children rush to the sweety section, Tom looks in vain for Thomas, who is hiding round the back and vaguely wonders where Justus is.
Anything that Tom claps eyes on is picked up, shaken roughly, prodded and returned haphazardly to its shelf. He sighs theatrically a great deal as he moves to the milk section and mournfully exclaims at the price of milk.
His trolley is sparsely loaded with 9 huge milk containers, a few grapes or bananas or, possibly, the green apples he likes. He squeezes a small bag of salad before tossing it proudly into the trolley, congratulating himself of providing veggies for his family.
Eventually Tom reaches the till alongside Hannah and Sophia and Claudia. Eden will have done a runner as soon as he finished pawing her hair and exclaiming how beautiful she and her hair are. Hannah's annoying voice dominates the soundtrack.
Back in the van and there is no sign of Solomon so everyone waits until the spindly child returns, clutching his bag of junk he plans to eat alongside his bread that night.
Driving back home and again reading his screen and not the road, Tom wearily sighs as he explains how tired he is. The children don't dare even exchange a glance and sit in silence.
Home again and Tom dumps his goodies on the filthy table, wipes his hands on his trousers and begins getting his pizzas ready. There is much chafing from hungry children who want cheese and Hannah wants cheese, pepperoni and the sauce lid to lick. She gets all three but Solomon misses out as he wasn't there in time to get his rations.
A viewer reminds Tom to put his ice cream into the freezer.
When Tom opens the fridge to get the pepperoni, last week's veggies can be seen, rotting away in the bottom drawer.
I can't go on. It's so depressingly familiar, so boringly repetitive, so bleak.. -
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I NEVER could understand getting the kids in the habit of eating cheese BEFORE they even have dinner! They fill up on cheese, which is pretty heavy, and then they won't want to eat.
Also lots of times he lets them have sweets/dessert even if they don't eat dinner.
He thinks he is in charge but he teaches his kids nothing but his own bad habits.. -
.For those sorely missing this week's shopping Live:
The scene opens with Tom and family sitting in the van while he stares in confusion at his mobile phone, wondering if the Live is Live and if anyone knows he's Live.
Realising he's Live, Tom proceeds to drawl his welcomes and explains how tired he is. The children sit, resigned and Hannah's booming voice punctuates the sullen silence.
The next scene is of Tom driving through the streets of Moorcroft whilst reading comments shown on his mobile and utterly disregarding the rules of the road. He draws into the shop carpark, hopes the signal will work once inside and complains how tired he is.
Inside the shop the children rush to the sweety section, Tom looks in vain for Thomas, who is hiding round the back and vaguely wonders where Justus is.
Anything that Tom claps eyes on is picked up, shaken roughly, prodded and returned haphazardly to its shelf. He sighs theatrically a great deal as he moves to the milk section and mournfully exclaims at the price of milk.
His trolley is sparsely loaded with 9 huge milk containers, a few grapes or bananas or, possibly, the green apples he likes. He squeezes a small bag of salad before tossing it proudly into the trolley, congratulating himself of providing veggies for his family.
Eventually Tom reaches the till alongside Hannah and Sophia and Claudia. Eden will have done a runner as soon as he finished pawing her hair and exclaiming how beautiful she and her hair are. Hannah's annoying voice dominates the soundtrack.
Back in the van and there is no sign of Solomon so everyone waits until the spindly child returns, clutching his bag of junk he plans to eat alongside his bread that night.
Driving back home and again reading his screen and not the road, Tom wearily sighs as he explains how tired he is. The children don't dare even exchange a glance and sit in silence.
Home again and Tom dumps his goodies on the filthy table, wipes his hands on his trousers and begins getting his pizzas ready. There is much chafing from hungry children who want cheese and Hannah wants cheese, pepperoni and the sauce lid to lick. She gets all three but Solomon misses out as he wasn't there in time to get his rations.
A viewer reminds Tom to put his ice cream into the freezer.
When Tom opens the fridge to get the pepperoni, last week's veggies can be seen, rotting away in the bottom drawer.
I can't go on. It's so depressingly familiar, so boringly repetitive, so bleak.
This is so fun to read! What a talent. Do more if you can stomach it.. -
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I'm lost on Instagram reels and I found one that explains the Mills family and many like them. It's title is, "Why do cults want you to be skinny?"
She said the way cults control you is by keeping you tired, busy, skinny, isolated, hungry, and keeping you pregnant. Those six things are important to coercive control.
That explains all facets of the Mills' family from the skinny kids, the isolation they experience, and their limited food and snacks (not even being allowed in the fridge).For those sorely missing this week's shopping Live:
The scene opens with Tom and family sitting in the van while he stares in confusion at his mobile phone, wondering if the Live is Live and if anyone knows he's Live.
Realising he's Live, Tom proceeds to drawl his welcomes and explains how tired he is. The children sit, resigned and Hannah's booming voice punctuates the sullen silence.
The next scene is of Tom driving through the streets of Moorcroft whilst reading comments shown on his mobile and utterly disregarding the rules of the road. He draws into the shop carpark, hopes the signal will work once inside and complains how tired he is.
Inside the shop the children rush to the sweety section, Tom looks in vain for Thomas, who is hiding round the back and vaguely wonders where Justus is.
Anything that Tom claps eyes on is picked up, shaken roughly, prodded and returned haphazardly to its shelf. He sighs theatrically a great deal as he moves to the milk section and mournfully exclaims at the price of milk.
His trolley is sparsely loaded with 9 huge milk containers, a few grapes or bananas or, possibly, the green apples he likes. He squeezes a small bag of salad before tossing it proudly into the trolley, congratulating himself of providing veggies for his family.
Eventually Tom reaches the till alongside Hannah and Sophia and Claudia. Eden will have done a runner as soon as he finished pawing her hair and exclaiming how beautiful she and her hair are. Hannah's annoying voice dominates the soundtrack.
Back in the van and there is no sign of Solomon so everyone waits until the spindly child returns, clutching his bag of junk he plans to eat alongside his bread that night.
Driving back home and again reading his screen and not the road, Tom wearily sighs as he explains how tired he is. The children don't dare even exchange a glance and sit in silence.
Home again and Tom dumps his goodies on the filthy table, wipes his hands on his trousers and begins getting his pizzas ready. There is much chafing from hungry children who want cheese and Hannah wants cheese, pepperoni and the sauce lid to lick. She gets all three but Solomon misses out as he wasn't there in time to get his rations.
A viewer reminds Tom to put his ice cream into the freezer.
When Tom opens the fridge to get the pepperoni, last week's veggies can be seen, rotting away in the bottom drawer.
I can't go on. It's so depressingly familiar, so boringly repetitive, so bleak.
I wish he'd read this and realize this has been their lives for at least four years. Every.Single.Week.. -
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passerby
Your saga of Thursday shopping is spot on. Thank you for sharing.
It is insanity that Tom imposes such strict rules about the tiny offering of cheese each week. Must be at the table or done nonsense or you miss out. It just emphasizes how controlling Tom is with the food. Snack only at 3:00. Does Tom impose the same restraint on his own snack consumption. I think not from the size of his belly.. -
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Just a thought. I hope the father(s) of Cinderella’s kids are fighting hard not to let them move to Moorcroft to live with Tom. If it should happen though, I would like to see that father or fathers stand up to Tom to report any neglect of their kids or if any custody and visitation rights are violated. . -
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Solly as the "spindly child" is a brilliant description 
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Having painstakingly counted the 73 thick pieces of pepperoni onto his larger pizza and dumped half a pound of grated cheese onto each quadrant of both pizzas, Tom carefully wipes his greasy hands onto his trousers before easing the pizzas into the filthy oven. He's already been reminded half a dozen times to put his huge lumps of bread dough into the main oven and to set the timer for them, too.
Solomon is summoned to return the box of grated cheese he wasn't in time to taste and he staggers off down to the food dungeon, the box easily bigger than his own torso. The boy is still clad in his aged green fleecy jacket.
Tom grabs his camera from Sophia who had been on filming duty and hurries to lump himself down onto the expensive but already stained settee. Limpet Hannah speeds over to attach herself to his shoulder and opens her mouth wide towards the newly positioned camera. Tom sighs long and loud like a deflating balloon as he groans how tired he is and how blessed he is to have a Special Friend who volunteers to listen to his every whimper. She does this because she's a female and he's only a man who barely scrapes through each day, burdened as he is with the heavy responsibilities of life.
Sophia arrives to press herself against Tom's other shoulder while Hannah now stops with her open mouth act and begins to jabber in her usual demanding boom. Eden is fixed on her mobile screen, Claudia is gracefully twirling to a tune she's summoned in her mind, oblivious to her father's litany of woes addressed to the adoring viewers.
Downstairs in the murky computer/laundry/tiny bathroom/library storage area sits Asher, Judah and Solomon, all wearing bulky headphones as they torture and kill characters within their computer games. The air is fetid, thick with an uneasy meld of sweat, Downy fabric conditioner, cheap hair gel, teenage boys, feet and festering objects and concoctions enclosed in a variety of glass jars. The damp towels hung in the tiny shower and toilet cupboard slowly absorb the noisome air and the result is a dark space that might grace the home of a wicked witch of Wyoming.
Tom's latest complaint is interrupted by the urgent beep from the timer and he heaves himself up and over to whip out his breadsticks. Sophia impassively films as the slabs of beige dough emerge into the light and Tom begins to slather them in melted butter. A viewer reminds him - too late - to leave one dry for Asher but Tom remarks that Asher won't mind. And he probably won't. Not openly, not so as anyone might notice, that is. Asher will file this latest insult and draw from it at some point in the future when he's ready to explode.
It's time to check on the pizzas so Tom uses his huge tool (no, his real tool) to slide under the circle of grease, twirls on his toes and proudly eases his masterpiece onto the table. The pizza is bubbling with oozing melted cheese and the shine is such that it makes everyone blink rapidly until their eyes accustom themselves to the glare.
By now, Tom is weakly telling his loyal followers that he is so ready for his day to end, it's been so fraught and now he is beyond tired. He needs to slice up his pizzas, allow the family a slice apiece and settle himself down to stuff his face. He's had to forgo his evening nap in order to make this wonderful meal but, as he's tired, he plans to have his nap while everyone else cleans up and puts the left over pizza aside for his supper, breakfast and snacks.
The final scene has all the children other than Justus, who still hasn't made an appearance, silently take a slice of pizza and an undercooked bread roll. Solomon is told, with regret, that there is no cheese pizza for him this night because poor Daddy was so exhausted he forgot. The boy is handed a bread roll and the jar of peanut butter. Claudia joins him because she hates the pizza her father produces, so the thin twins sit at the table that's as greasy as Tom's pizzas and make the best of it.
Tom bids everyone Goodnight and assures his faithful that, once he's no longer tired, he'll get back to filming regularly and he'll also upload someone's birthday celebrations. He's not sure whose but that's because he's only a man and men need a female to remind them of tricky things like children's names, birth dates, ages and so forth.
Abruptly and somewhat out of focus, the scene cuts to black and the Thursday night live is over for another week.. -
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Passerby, that was just genius and hilarious! You have a real knack! I love your description of how the downstairs must smell right down to Downy and stinky feet. And your description of him not knowing birthdays and whatnot because he's just a man - spot on! . -
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Gosh, thank you to those who've said they liked my whimsical posts. Or, maybe they *ought* to be whimsical but sadly they're just a simple echo! . -
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Wow passerby! Your writings are fabulous…entertaining, detailed, descriptive, humorous and sadly, in this case, true. If you write a book (any subject), I’m interested in reading it. You’re gifted. 
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