Dear Mom,
I’m sorry couldn’t make it to family day, but you know how the military is. This letter is coming
from me and Hannah, as we both want to take the time to write you a letter about how your alcoholism
and drug addictions have affected me, as well as her and I. We will start first with how you have affected
me. My whole life up until 8th grade, I had never known you to be a drug addict or an alcoholic because
one of my parents had to step up and be the responsible one, and you succeeded at that job, regardless
of any situation life threw at us you always made sure that I had everything that I needed and that I was
always happy and healthy. When you met Wade and moved away, after making a promise that you
would try to move me into another school during high school, truly saddened me. You had always been
there for me, and left me for a man that you barely knew but I understood why you did it. You had been
alone for so long and were finally happy with what you thought was a good guy. Things didn’t work out
which drove you back to the alcohol and drugs like I had never witnessed before in my life. I remember
you moving back to BM and we lived in a small camper outside of Shannon’s house. You would spend
day and night drinking and trying to cope. I will never forget when Grandma and Nana came down to
see us and we had to force you into the hospital because you were so drunk. Not only did it effect my
homelife, it affected my school life because I was skipping and ditching school just to come home and
take care of you. Another thing that I won’t ever forget is doing what I could to talk to Nol to be able to
have you move into her house with me so that we could spend the last part of my senior year together,
but that too was messed up. You barricaded yourself into your room with a knife and were screaming
throughout the house. I got a call from the local sheriffs to try to come talk you down and help you help
yourself, I was just 17 having to take care of myself and you. That Christmas we spent trying to check
