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I had once thought that beer/alcohol wasn't as much as a problem as I though it would be, and then I grew up. Alcohol has destroyed my life an I don't even drink it. My mother who I love so much rank until she pissed herself and fell asleep on the toilet, I had known then and now that this drinking had to stop. I knew it had to stop when she started to get violent and in a feeble attempt to stop her I hid the liquor bottle hopping that she would let it go if she din't have it, that was the day I was beat within an inch of my life, my mom is a relatively good mother when she was sober but then it all went downhill. Slowly she started getting more aggressive and occasionally forgetting what she had done the night before. I never had wanted to see my mother like this, how could something like this happen to the woman that I looked up to for so long. Today I had gotten frustrated because her boyfriend had a phone that I had wanted for a long time, she looked at me and yelled and even though I gave the phone back she still resented me. I knew that she wasn't really mad at me but she takes it out on me anyways, I knew what was coming but instead of hitting me she drew a box cutter from the desk beside her. She placed it to her wrist and asked me if I had wanted her blood she yelled at me to say what I wanted and I couldn't say anything. In that moment I couldn't think of anything else, my mind slowed to a crawl....I swear if there is a god he needs to stop my mother from drinking I don't want to see her like this and I don't want any one else to either. I want to save her before she hurts some one or hurts herself.
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