From the time I was born up until age three my Father was an active Cocaine user. I can remember times when he would speed for days and wouldn't sleep, and talk to walls like there was someone standing there instead of it actually being a wall. Truth be told he was mean to my Mother and myself. After my Father stopped using cocaine and the birth of my Brother, both of my parents started actively using and became addicted to opiates. The meaner my father was to my Mother the more she would use. This cycle continued for a few years, I hid the fact that my parents were addicts from my friends, and some family even though my family already knew they were using anyway.
Social Services was called on my parent's numerous times, but the attempts that people made to take my brother and I from our parent's failed. Each time social workers would come see my brother and I at school they always got the same answers from both of us, and the investigation conducted always ended with the same conclusion, my parents weren't unfit. Even though my parent's were active opiate users my brother and I always came FIRST over their habit, In 2008 my Father lost his battle with addiction and passed away. My brother was laying in his arms when Mom and I found him. My brother was the tender age of 4 and I was 12. I didn't go to school for two weeks after my father passed away, truth be told I didn't even want to finish school I either wanted to do homeschool or drop out, but I knew that was NEVER going to be an option. After my father's death my Mother's drug use sort of spiraled out of control. Social Services was still called multiple times, my Grandparent's even got awarded emergency custody and then my Mother got re-awarded custody. The fight between my Grandparents and my Mother for custody of my Brother and I continued until finally my mother went to jail for a whole year and my Grandparents got awarded full custody of my Brother and I. While my Mother was in lock-up for a whole year she decided she was tired of the addict lifestyle and tired off hurting her children, and decided to get sober. My Mother now has 11 years in recovery under her belt and I am so thankful that she chose to get sober for my Brother and I. I have no idea in the world what I would do without her. I love her more than words could ever express. I hope someday to be as strong as she is.
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