My mom is the greatest mom in the world. Always there for, someone to laugh and have fun with. Until she's popping pills. My mom's pills of choice are Xanax, lyrica and any kind of muscle relaxers she can get her hands on. She is normal for 2 weeks while she is out of medicine. I love when she's straight and great to be around. When she's high, I HATE being around her. She slurs her words, her eyes are barley open, she stumbles around and EVERYONE knows when she's high. Whenever my friends came over it was a guessing game of the day she would get her meds refilled. I didn't want them to see her like that because it was really embarrassing. They knew she was high. And her coming to school events was horrible. She is touchy and a hypochondriac. She always has something wrong with her and rushes to the doctor's office, which leads to more meds. She can manipulate any doctor to give her meds that she doesn't really need. She was high at my wedding, 3 hours before the ceremony she went to take a nap at the lodge next to the venue. I needed something and it was in her room, keep in mind she's a light sleeper. I called her 4 times, went to the hotel and banged on her door for a while. NOTHING woke her up until my dad came with a key to the room. She was sound asleep 2 HOURS BEFORE MY WEDDING. One time when I was little, she was driving high and couldn't drive right. My brother called my grandma and she came and got us because my mom was messed up. You know what's really messed up? My dad is in law enforcement. He doesn't do anything when I tell him about it, no matter how angry I am. When it comes time for me to have a baby, she will be under terms that if she doesn't get herself together, she will have nothing to do with my children. I don't want them to go through what I had to go through. And look, I love my mother and she's a great person to be around when she isn't messed up.Sometimes I would look at my friend's moms and thought "why can't I have a mom that was normal?" I hope one day she can straighten up and live a better life without pills taking over her well being.
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