So, we did this intervention thing with my mom. We (my 2 brothers and I) wanted her to be able to discuss it with us — her alcoholism. It went very well. It was the first time we had talked about it with her. It also became the first time we discussed me being gay. It was weird, but nice. Brent knew. I guess I am not that shocked. Anyway, as my perception of my family crumbles into dust, I feel more connected than ever to them. We actually discussed a problem, something we just don’t do.
She needs to stop being sick.
I like me lately, so I am going to work out. I asked Justin and Patrick about joining them at their house. They agreed (since they offered a while ago). YAY! I really need to get with it… my arms and abs need attention.
I am craving guacamole.
Featured Image Art: photo of AA books
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