I was strern the last time she saw me. I was concerned. I knew alcohol had gotten her there. I didn’t know how everything would go, but I tried to display confidence. I’m sure she understood.
But still. I wish I’d been able to make her last moments happier. It wasn’t my responsibility, and I don’t fault myself for it. But I know how scared she must have been, inside, and I wish I could’ve helped.
I’m inferring/projecting a lot, but, my mom was an alcoholic that committed suicide, I don’t know many people that relate to that, but it sounds like you might. Your comment really hits home. Just wanted to say, I relate. You’re not alone.
Or realizing it too late like I did.
Hug yer mom.
I was strern the last time she saw me. I was concerned. I knew alcohol had gotten her there. I didn’t know how everything would go, but I tried to display confidence. I’m sure she understood.
But still. I wish I’d been able to make her last moments happier. It wasn’t my responsibility, and I don’t fault myself for it. But I know how scared she must have been, inside, and I wish I could’ve helped.
I’m inferring/projecting a lot, but, my mom was an alcoholic that committed suicide, I don’t know many people that relate to that, but it sounds like you might. Your comment really hits home. Just wanted to say, I relate. You’re not alone.