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Previously on Mom...

Alvin and I were in love

35 years ago,

and we were in love the day he died.

Are you done?

Not yet.

Now I'm done.

Christy, start the car.

So, I'm trying to say all the right things to this woman,

you know, be courteous, but God as my witness,

her baby was the ugliest creature I've seen in my life.

I mean, they say all babies are beautiful,

but this kid could be used in the hospital to induce vomiting.

Ooh, I almost forgot.

Remember how I told you

your boys came through with a big check for us?

Well, we spent the last of it yesterday

paying off the credit cards.

We're no longer poor and in debt.

We're just poor.

Which, as you know, is the new middle class.

Aw, this is nice.

What are you looking at?

Your grandmother went

into Alvin's old apartment, like, an hour ago.

- Yeah. So? - Don't you think that's a little weird?

She's the building manager.

Maybe she's fixing something in there.

Have you met your grandmother?

Big Bird's walkin'.

Hey.

Hey! Where you been?

Apartment upstairs.

Upstairs, you say?

Which apartment?

2G.

Joanne Wickie?

Wickie's 3B.

- Who's 2G? - Dieter.

- Black body builder? - Gay flight attendant.

What was the problem?

Door was jammed.

You were up there a long time.

He's got boyfriend trouble, and he wanted to talk about it.

What kind of trouble?

You really want to know?

I really do.

Okay. Dieter travels a lot,

and his boyfriend wants to settle down and have kids.

He even found a surrogate...

a Mormon school teacher from Fresno...

but I think the real issue is,

Dieter's not sure what kind of dad he'd be

'cause he had such a traumatic childhood.

Anything else?

No. That covers it.

Mm. Okay, I'm gonna go take a shower.

Did Dieter paint your nails?

And waxed my lip.

Incredible.

Wow.

I thought I was a good liar.

Oh, honey, you're not even the second-best in this house.

1A, 1A, 1A...

Here we go.

Oh, my mommy's broken.

: Oh...

How was your shower?

It was okay.

I keep slipping in there.

We need to put down a rubber mat or something.

Wouldn't be a problem if you scrubbed more and rubbed less.

Says the woman who named the pulsating shower head.

I should never have told you about Joey.

Ready to go to sleep?

Mm, let's call it.

Remember when us sharing a bed was weird?

Don't kid yourself.

It's still weird.

Hey, can I ask you a personal question?

Sure.

How you doing with Alvin being gone?

'Cause I'm still struggling.

I'm okay.

Really?

I'm a mess.

A lot of nights, I can't sleep.

You know what might relax you?

Have a little visit with Joey.

No, I think I need to see a professional.

I was thinking that therapist

at the free clinic who helped Violet.

Helped her how?

She's mean as a snake.

She has her good moments.

Wow. If you're in that much denial,

you really do need a shrink.

Hey, would you maybe be interested in going with me?

You know, for moral support?

Sure, be happy to.

Thanks.

And while we're in there, you should certainly feel free

to talk about anything that might be bothering you.

I'm good, thanks.

Okay.

'Cause you know, what was...

You know, being chatty in bed might be why

you can't hold on to a man.

So, it's good to see you both again.

Good to see you, too.

Your therapist drinks chocolate milk?

He's a growing boy.

So what's been going on?

Go ahead, honey. It's okay.

Thank you.

She's nuts.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, but you need help.

- Help with what? - I saw it. I saw the shrine!

- You know about that? - Why do you think we're here?

You said you were struggling.

I am, but not enough to talk to this clown.

So, you lied to me?

If I told you the truth, would you have come?

And spend an hour with Howdy Doody? Not a chance.

Help me out here, Doc.

After my father died, she got into a fight with his widow,

broke into this woman's house, stole his ashes,

and now she's built a shrine in his empty apartment.

And how does that make you feel?

Forget how I feel.

Ask her how she feels.

How do you feel, Bonnie?

I miss the man,

and it's very comforting to surround myself

with things that remind me of him.

That's nice.

Nice?

There's candles and incense

and a half-used stick of deodorant.

The smell reminds me of him.

I totally get it.

I have one of my nana's nightgowns in my closet.

When did she pass?

Oh, she's not dead.

Okay, we're losing the thread here.

She is not dealing with this death in a normal way.

What's normal, Christy?

Oh, for God's sakes.

You cry, you yell at God,

you do a lot of secret eating, and then you move on.

Boy, I got to tell you,

“secret eating” is a real red flag.

Oh, yeah?

What color flag is Nana's nightgown.

You see how she lashes out?

I know what you're doing.

You two are in cahoots.

It's okay, baby.

We're getting you some help.

I'm gonna give you the number

of someone who can put you on medication.

: You don't get it!

I'm not the crazy one!

Hey, what kind of medication?

You know, I got to admit,

I was pretty dubious about that therapist,

but he really knows his stuff.

Oh, please.

His retainer fell out halfway through the session.

So, you think you're gonna try

that art therapy he suggested?

I said it before, I'll say it again.

I am not the one with the problem!

Shh. Draw your feelings, don't shout them.

I'm not shouting.

: This is shouting!

What the hell?!

I-I think you got a flat.

Great.

Way to go!

Please tell me you have a spare.

Course I do.

It's right there.

Who drives around without a spare?

People who blow all their money feeding their children.

You're shouting again.

Finally.

Wow!

What?

The tow truck driver.

What about him?

Don't you see it?

He looks just like your father.

Oh, Mom, is this like when you took peyote

and saw Jesus in a tortilla?

Are you the folks with the flat?

Yup. You got a spare?

Hey look, I have a growing child who needs to eat,

so everybody just back off.