I think she’s special, intelligent, layered and a ton of fun when she wants to be. She’s a great mother and I wouldn’t be who I am today without her audacious, no-fucks influence growing up. I love her so much but I don’t have the tools to be around her anymore, to carry on any kind of relationship alongside alcohol abuse, so I’m out. Why should I? I don’t have to. You don’t have to. As I’ve said before, letting go isn’t the same as giving up.
