"Just two glasses."
History has shown that she CANNOT handle even that much.
I have pleaded with her. It does no good. "I worked hard today and I wanted to come home and RELAX with some wine." Well, those "two glasses" are the beginning of losing the mother I was actually enjoying for the past couple of months.
I am so fucking sick and exhausted of this fucking drama. I just wrote to her via email and let her know in no uncertain terms, I am willing to be absolutely ALONE - rather than living with the effects of her "two glasses".
I just want to cry.
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