Today I am leaving long term drug treatment,. I have been there 8 months with my 2 year old son. I've never completed anything in life and I'm proud of myself that is until my mom rained on my parade. I don't get the keys to my apartment until Monday and I asked my mother to pick us up, she replyed I'm going out with Shane. She is a partier and likes to get drunk(it's Friday).So I got upset stating that I can't believe getting high is more important than your daughter and grandson. It really hurt me. So then I call her mother because i was upset and needed to talk and my Mom got really mad over that. So now she is picking me up at 6pm but I think she was totally wrong. Oh yeah lets not forget to mention she said she thinks I think the world revolves around me and that she is never gonna forget all I have put her through in the past. Why wont she be proud of me?
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