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When I Missed a Call From My Mom Who Struggled With Addiction

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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.

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