Mar 01, 2010 22:17
I thought if I kept trying, things would work out with my mom. You know, that she'd come around.
But in the time I was gone, my brother's girlfriend replaced me as her daughter.
I hate being slapped with these losses from my drinking. These damages. I can get back the apartment, the career, the crap-ass furniture, the clothes- all those material things.
It's the people I don't have anymore or in the same way I did that breaks my heart.
At least it's incentive to keep doing the next right thing cuz I know if I drink again... it won't get better.