My mother is a drug-addict. She's been high during the most important moments in my life. My grandfather passed away last year (also like my father) and she showed up late to his funeral, she was high and hadn't slept in days. High at my graduation, when I went off to college, for birthdays, she's never sober.

She is disgusting.

She's gotten help several times but her attitude shows she doesn't give a shit and never will. I don't love my mother. We may have had a few good moments but at the end of the day she was looking at for herself and dropped me off to be raised by other family members. Never gave me any structure.

Now I'm raising my brother because she can't be a mother the second time around. I'm stopping my young adult life to raise her child, my brother because she can't take responsibility. For 25 years she's never cared. I've spent so many nights crying as a child and screaming for her to be normal, it's never going to happen.

Just because she gave birth to me, I don't respect or love her for it. I didn't have a choice if I wanted to be birthed let alone birthed by her. I didn't get to choose my mother and I hope to never make the mistakes she made when I'm a mother.