M.T.M.M.P.
The mom who’s so bad, you’d rather die than be around her.
My M. T. M. M. P. told me I was ‘a total disaster’ and then she ate a whole pizza in the car.
She said I was ‘a waste of time’ and then she burped loudly in my face.
She yelled at me for getting a D and then she took a bite of a donut with her hands.