I love my mom.
My sober mom.
The other mom that slurs her words, I don’t know her.
I don’t want to know her.
I avoid all contact with her like she’s an enemy.
The vodka takes control over her, and she’s not the same woman I knew her as,
when she was sober.
I pray to get over the feeling of hatred I have for her when she’s like this,
but for some strange reason it’s all happening for possibly something good.
Being around this woman I don’t know I have 2 options:
Option 1) Go to my room and act like nothing wrong is happening.
Option 2) Go to a friend’s house and forget about it.
Not one of those options gives me my sober mom, that I truly love
from the day she held me in her