PP, thank you again. It's nice knowing you feel what it's like in these shoes.
I remember come 8 or 9 at night she would go hide in her room because out would come the booze and she never knew what I was going to do. Or come payday, who did I owe this time. The money she had planned to use had to go to pay whoever had fronted for me.
God this hurts so, so, so, so bad. To my core. This can't be over, not now. Not when I'm finally listening, I'm finally getting it!
