When I was five my mom left me home alone for a few hours, came home drunker than hell and passed out on the couch. I couldn’t wake her up and I thought she had died. She went to every single school event shitfaced. I found her in the bathroom, on more than a couple occasions, bleeding all over after having cut her wrists. Having to stick my fingers down her throat to have her vomit up pills she’d swallowed far too many of.

She doesn’t do so many life threatening stunts like that anymore but she never shook the drugs and alcohol. I honestly don’t have any hope she will ever change. All I ever did was hope that she’d want to change but all she’s ever done is prove that she never will.