An Alcoholic Mother has a new friend, and someone isn't to happy about it.

Hi, my name is Connie, and I'm a thirty-six-year-old mother of two teenagers. I was married when they were both born, but unfortunately, ours has been a one parent household for the past eight years. My husband died and I haven't remarried. My oldest is Raven, my seventeen-year-old daughter. The younger is my slow nineteen-year-old son Rory . . . At one point I discovered Rory had been sneaking around and trying on mine and my daughters clothes. This is my story of how I dealt with this. *This story was written by Sabrynabrooklynne on Wattpad. If you aren't reading it there, it's been stolen. Please report the website. It's probably not the final version either.*