God I've returned so many times now!
Hi all, I keep returning, I keep leaving, but this blog is something I always try and do. Allow me to explain, my mother is an alcoholic. I very bad one. End of two weeks ago she had a worse than normal episode where she threw up in my room, destroyed all my clothes, my bed, drank one of my two bottles of 1960 vintage Dom P érignon- and then ransacked my room in search of more alcohol. That was the last straw and so I left, I moved out. I have a job, why not? My Dad was cool with it, in fact he said he'd leave if he could, then gave me 2 twelve packs of beer! I rarely drink- but the sentiment is still appreciated. At first I packed all my things and crashed at my Auntie's for a week. It was magical. Really, it was. My mother had demonized my auntie so much, but there it felt so good, it felt like I had a family again. A feeling I hadn't had for a long time. I was broken and they fixed me; they were loving, caring and they all behaved like a family! They all hung ou