I’m not naïve enough to think that I am the only adult child who has ever lived with an alcoholic mother. I am not naïve enough to believe that this is the worst thing that could happen to a person.
I bite at my nails during my commute to work praying to a God I don’t even believe in that I get a raise, I win the lottery, I get hit by a semi-truck, and my student debt is absolved.
It’s all a game of who is prettier, and I feel like I’m losing. I am afraid my family silently worries, I’m afraid my friends whisper behind my back about my slow weight gain.
“One time I was a vegetarian for a week.”