A visit from the Ya-Ya's
MMM boy, I love when my mom gets drunk at three in the afternoon. And by love I mean hate. But alas thus is life, and that's why i spend as little time as possible in Atlanta. I dont know how or when it happened that my family started to bring out the worst in me i just know that at some point in my life I realized that the person I am at home is much nastier than who I am when i'm away. I wish I could change that and i've been trying to, it really is hard though to be kind to my mom when she's sober knowing at any point she could revert back to being drunk, and then the next morning wake up again as if nothing has happened. I am so thankful that God has used this to shape my life, and I can't wait to see how he will use it in the future. I just hope one day comming home can be something I look foreward to and not an event that I dread.