My Mother
I had a visit with my mother for the first time since going no contact with her back in July of last year. I hadn't spoken to her, seen her, or heard any news of her. As far as I was concerned, the woman was as good as dead. Through unforeseen events, I met with the saint of a woman that has stuck with her through all of her prescription drug and alcohol abuse. I was stuck in a McDonald's parking lot due to some car issues down the road from one of the main hospitals in my city, one my mother would end up in often due to her own acts of foolishness. Going into my call list, I had seen a blocked number had called me, one which I hadn't remembered blocking. Taking a chance, I called her back. She told me all that she has been through, the verbal abuse at the hands of my mother through all of this. This woman is nothing short of an angel, keeping on despite blow after blow. But, in the end, no matter how kind someone can be, they all have their breaking points, and this was ...