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>be me
>Be sophmore yearish
>Mom's a alocholic and bi polar.
>Never was a good mother really and at the time I wasn't able to see she was trying her best
>Didn't have very genuine good memories with her
>Get into drinking by then as well
>One day she comes into my room drunk, catching me drinking
>"Anon what the fuck are you doing!?" Or something along those lines.
>We rarely talked near the end of my highschool experience unless it was a fight, wasn't one to ever break down
>Usually felt nothing towards her, then all the sudden as I look in her eyes I break. I feel tears going down my face
>We both hug and both start to cry, we both had been through a lot together. Even if some of it was her doing she was in hell just as much as me
>That was the first time I probably ever realized that.
>We both hug and cry for a while before sitting down and polishing off a bottle of Brandy together before hugging and going our separate ways
>She went back upstairs and I forgot what I did after that.
>I've never connected more with my mother in my whole life on a real level than I did that day, I don't think I ever will again
>Thinking about it will get me through hard times now
>She's doing a lot better now, i left to live with my grandparents before I finished highschool which got her into action and let her focus on herself.
>We talk now on a regular basis through text and sometimes call now.
>I love you Mom, with all my heart.
