I believe in second chances
I believe that no matter how much a person screws up, they should always deserve a second chance; a way to make up for what they did wrong. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone does things that they wish they could take back. Everyone should be forgiven... at least once.
About two months ago, I began speaking to my mother for the first time in two years. For some, this may not be that big of a deal, but for me, this was huge. Throughout my life, my mother and I had always been very close. She was the one I went to with all my issues (hair, boys, a headache, etc.). But this shouldn't surprise anyone; she's my mother.
It all started about four years ago with just casual drinking, which led to heavy drinking, and in the end, she was drunk almost every waking moment of the day. I remember getting woken up five days out of the week to my dad yelling at my mother because she was throwing up in bed again. My mother had a sickness; she was an alcoholic.
Alcoholism is a disease that takes over people's lives and it almost ended hers. It is a very difficult disease to cure and my family and I did all that we could to try to help her escape this sickness. She went to treatment over four times, we went to family counseling, and we tried to do our best to support her. It became a lost cause. After two years of trying to help her, we began to give up on her. We had done everything we could, and saw no change. If she wanted to get better, she needed to do it for herself, by herself. She had lost her job, her friends, her husband of 25 years, and most of her family.
For two years, I did not speak with her. Eventhough she had a disease that was hard to control, I could not get myself to talk to her anymore. She had hurt me too much. I would get phone calls from my grandma telling me stories about my mother. "Your mother just got another DUI" or "Your mother is in jail again" or "Your mother went to the gastrologist and she only has 10 percent of her liver left". Everytime she would tell me something like this, my heart would sink. I wanted to help her but I knew that I couldn't.
My mom has not had a drop of alcohol for 82 days now. She is a recovered alcoholic. She is now working, has her own place, and is making mends in her life. She has turned her life around and I am so proud of her. Although it took time for me to finally forgive her, I have my mom back. She may have screwed up and made terrible decisions, but I gave her a second chance because I believe in second chances.