Every time someone asks me, “how is your mother?” I am paralyzed for just a moment I hesitate, satiate them with a “she’s just fine” But the reality is I haven’t got a clue My mother, my best friend, one of the loves of my life I guess maybe she doesn’t see me the same way She doesn’t bat an eye when she’s got methadone, Hennessy, watered down beer, xanax, a man who she thinks will make her happy.. any impulse She only bats and eye to release the tears as we beg for a “why?”
Generational addiction. Today I found out you’re still using. Love you