My entire life growing up my mother struggled with addicition. I never knew what it was or why she would act one way and then another, just always seen her as my mother - my caregiver, my friend, and the one I could tell anything to. It was the day she left my sister to take care of us that I had realized her addicition had gotten the best of her. For years I tried to maintain a relationship, but was conflicted by her choices. I hated that she has chose "it" over her children, nonetheless I always loved her. It was the day she fell into a coma that I knew her battle was over. To this day I regret having to distance myself from her because of the addicition and the guilt kills me but I feel like I did what was best for me. I love my mother, her smile and her laugh are unforgettable. I finally forgive her and hope she has forgiven me.