Week of hell
Last Thursday my uncle died. This was kinda sad for me but, we weren't really that close since I grew up. Unfortunately this meant I had to find my Mother. Lemme preface a little about my mom. I hadn't until this point spoken to her in over a year, I didn't know where she lived (nor did any of my siblings or any of the other family members), and I wasn't really ready to have to do this.
So anyway, I went the following morning to the town my sister lives in and the place of my moms last known whereabouts. (My mom hasn't had a phone in about 4 years so that route doens't work)
The following morning after much asking around and digging for info we go to this hole in the wall of an area of Alabama. I found my moms boyfriends parents (god bless the internet!) We asked them and low and behold, SOMEONE knows where they are. So we make a relatively short trek down the road to a small trailor with an RV parked in front. My mom lives in the RV. As far as I can tell, about 20 people live there and about all of them start drinking with breakfast......... geez...... So I break the news to my mom. And to make a long story short. I spent the next four days carting around and paying to feed three to five extra people.
In a way I'm glad I got to rekindle my relationship with my mom. I seem to be at a place where I can just love her even tho she drinks and does whatever else to herself to medicate herself fromlife. We actually had a few cool moments. It was an incredible burdon but, I would have felt bad if my mom had found out about her brothers death from some Shmoe and wasn't able to attend the service for him....
My brother on the other hand, pretty much pissed me off the whole weekend. Whatever, nothing has changed there..... lol
So anyway, I went the following morning to the town my sister lives in and the place of my moms last known whereabouts. (My mom hasn't had a phone in about 4 years so that route doens't work)
The following morning after much asking around and digging for info we go to this hole in the wall of an area of Alabama. I found my moms boyfriends parents (god bless the internet!) We asked them and low and behold, SOMEONE knows where they are. So we make a relatively short trek down the road to a small trailor with an RV parked in front. My mom lives in the RV. As far as I can tell, about 20 people live there and about all of them start drinking with breakfast......... geez...... So I break the news to my mom. And to make a long story short. I spent the next four days carting around and paying to feed three to five extra people.
In a way I'm glad I got to rekindle my relationship with my mom. I seem to be at a place where I can just love her even tho she drinks and does whatever else to herself to medicate herself fromlife. We actually had a few cool moments. It was an incredible burdon but, I would have felt bad if my mom had found out about her brothers death from some Shmoe and wasn't able to attend the service for him....
My brother on the other hand, pretty much pissed me off the whole weekend. Whatever, nothing has changed there..... lol