“Do Something”
When I was 24 Mom was into prescription drugs really bad. My brothers, my grandmother and other family members kept begging me to do something. One night my brother called me and told me mom was threatening to jump off the roof. I go over to the house, called the police and an ambulance and have lived to regret it ever since. (If I had thought about it, jumping off the roof of a one story house wouldn’t have killed her) My dad refused to let the ambulance take her to the hospital, mom refused to go to the hospital, my brothers got mad at me for calling the police and my sister-in-law called me a spoiled little bitch. A couple months after that I had her committed to drug rehab. I refused to let anyone sign the papers along side me, knowing that they would end up backing out. During all this, it finally came out that dad had molested me. My brothers wouldn’t believe me, my grandmother got upset with me for telling and most of the other aunts and uncles just chose to ignore it. I lost my family during this time. I chose to walk away instead of being walked upon. Every day my heart aches for the loss of the brothers that I practically raised myself. But I would rather have no extended family, then to pretend that nothing happened.