My mom was an alcoholic most of my life. I remember when she would get so drunk that she would tell me to stay in my room, because I was being a bad little girl. She wouldn't feed me when she was drunk that was most nights. I would sometimes go hungry all weekend, until I went to school. I was always scared of my mom she did stop for a little bit but that was only when she was preganat with my little sister. And right when she had her she started drinking again. I remember when I was sixteen I had to send her to rehab and that put me and my little sister in my aunt and uncles care. That was so hard, my mom was still mad at me for doing that. But I had to I wanted to help my mom, because she never helped me and now she can't help me. She did stop though for more then a year. I was so proud of her, then she got sick and passed away. I did help my mom in a way but I think I waited to long to help her.