Five things I learned from my mom.
One. How to jump from job to job because you can't stay sober long enough to keep a job.
Two. That beer, whiskey, and all those mixed drinks are more important then her own daughter and family.
Three. That alcohol numbs the pain, so you must keep drinking until you cannot feel the pain anymore, when in all reality it only makes the pain worse, it makes the depression worse.
Four. That abuse is okay and that when your own boyfriend hits you he does it out of love. When really, she has to know deep down that it's not because he loves her its because he doesn't care.
Five. That you can't always trust family, because sometimes all family gives you is empty promises and lie. But you keep believing them and you keep trying to trust them.
Alcoholism is an illness, so you continuously forgive her over and over again and you find excuses to believe she doesn't mean what she says, she doesn't mean to hurt you, and that she cares, but each time you forgive her you get hurt. Until you realize one day after its destroyed you that once that alcohol is in her system there is no excuse because she does choose to drink instead of getting help. But still you blame it all on yourself until you finally break.
