She knew how I felt about talking on the phone when she was drunk. At least, I thought so. After numerous calls which ended with one or both of us crying, I finally gathered the courage to tell her I would no longer subject myself to the emotional torment.
After all, while the impact of those conversations are something I will never forget, she never remembered. Our roles as mother and daughter were never well-defined.
My earliest memory is sitting on top of the refrigerator and the look of distress on my grandmother’s face as she entered the apartment my mom and I shared.Read more on themighty.com