“It's not fair that a junkie loser, *****, liar, criminal, and horrible mother gets life given to her on a silver platter, and a person like me....honest, hardworking, law abiding, and a good mother gets the %#@&#! end of the stick.”

Somehow I don’t see that as being the case. Desirea.

I don’t know you, don’t know your story, but I will bet you money that you will go to sleep on clean sheets tonight. I also will bet you that your kids don’t hate you or are afraid of you. They may even love you. I will even assume your home is a harmonious place to live, and from which you draw a great deal of happiness.

Not so for your mother. Hon, you have every right to be pissed at her, you have the right to feel about her anyway you please. She has that coming and more. But you don’t really think her life is kind and gentle to her. A silver platter.

It is not.

She is paying for her addiction as we speak. She like myself or any other good soul here, we didn’t get it for free. There is a hell off a price attached to living life on cocaine’s or alcohol’s terms.

At your very next opportunity, take your kids in your arms and give them a big hug, a hug that comes from a true understanding of the gifts you have been given. Gifts your mother can not or will not avail herself of.

And I know God has something to do with that gratitude.

Richard