this morning #1037.

this morning, all that my mom had to say was that they’d pray for me today. my sis had apparently made a point of blabbing about how i’d missed my brunch date with her yesterday. now mom was worried. she wouldn’t straight up say that she was but when she gets prayer involved, worry is usually the reason. i get it. her dad liked to drink. lots. she’s concerned that i’m becoming the second coming of him. i’m not. he drank all day long. i only drink at night. he’d get wasted off of bud light. my tastes are way more refined. he got angry. i get silly. i wish i could tell her not to worry & reassure her i’m alright. unfortunately, at the moment, i’m not sure myself.