Seems I am not the only one who has problems with his parents. As previously stated, I don’t have a relationship with my father. My mother, on the other hand, has always been around. She just seems to pick and choose when she will be a mother.
I grew up without her. I was made ward of state when I was seven. Later, custody of my sister and I was given to my grandmother. My mother was a drug addict. As is, usually, the case with any fiend, her habits were more important than her family. She was still around though. I did grow up in my maternal grandmother’s home, after all. I witnessed so many things, I wish I hadn’t. Some of the destruction caused is still evident here.