I was so sick of eating fruit salad for breakfaaaasstttt
And I’m okay with that.
I’m afraid to raise a black male in this world. I pray and trust that God will protect my son though. My heart goes out to the family of Trayvon Martin.
What was suppose to be a small get-together turned into a night full of binge drinking, violent physical altercations and loud, drunken arguments.
Who brings copious amounts of hard liquor to the home of a recovering alcoholic? Not to mention two other individuals who are not suppose to consume alcohol due to the dangerous interactions it would have with their medication. And their enablers are even worse—I’ve seen the same situations play out over and over again for years now.
Dealing with these people is exhausting. I love them dearly but I don’t think I can stomach being around them and their destructive lifestyle.