Pretty much my entire childhood from age 6-18, my mom was an alcoholic and one day in one of her crazy moments of being drunk I guess she told some of her friends that she was going to commit suicide. The friends she told came over to our house and stayed there to essentially watch over her and make sure she didn’t actually try to kill herself. During this time I just stayed up in my room isolating because I was so angry and sick of her shenanigans whenever she drank.

Eventually my mom comes up to my room, sits on my bed and tells me something along the lines of, “I’ve drank a lot and I just took a bunch of pills, I’m going to die and I want you to know I love you and goodbye.” My response was simply, “please go away, I don’t want to talk to you.” I was just so angry that I really didn’t believe her or care about what she was doing.

That was probably less than 10 years ago??? She’s got 5 years sober now and I’m so happy to have a mom that’s functioning normally. I feel really lucky that she didn’t end up doing anything permanent to herself. My childhood was pretty much ruined though by her drinking and most of the memories I have are of her being fucked up.