I drew my niece tonight. She didn’t call me for Mother’s Day. She has called me every Mother’s Day since her mom died, three years ago, but she didn’t call this year.
And I know why…
It doesn’t make me happy.
I used to think she was a heroin addict, but I know now that she is just a drug addict. Period. Any drug will do.
I have been trying to help her for the last three years, and by trying to help her, I mean letting her live with me, paying for her bills, buying her food, bailing her out of jail, etc., but she doesn’t really want help. She doesn’t want to get clean. She wants to live like this.
So she stays high, way up in sky, bobbling around in all directions, dependent upon the wind to determine where she is going.
Just. Lame.
I lost her mom and I lost her twin sister, too, but you don’t see me using them as an excuse to fuck up my life. And my biggest fear is that I’m going to have to identify her body at the Coroner’s office, like I did her sister’s.
So I stay away. I can’t be apart of that life and I refuse to watch her die. I just draw her. At least I know the one that I drew is the “real her” and not her representative.
Her rep and I don’t get along.
And I don’t get a call for Mother’s Day.
Nice. Whatev.
