I was 4 yrs old when my mother married and they moved us aross town away from my grandmother, and we both suffered. saddly the situation prior to my leaving was not as stable to start with. she was a widow, depressed, and we were very dependent upon each other. so much that when we left her, she became worse and suffered a massive heart attack almost dying. this unfortunately was not handeled correctly when explained to me,therefor leading me to believe she could not live with out me. also, I felt the same about her. we were able to see one another but ,we only talked of plans to die together, anyway we could. she smoked and drank mildly but, in seacret.she also permitted me to do it with her.at the age of 5 I was smoking cigarrets and having a few swigs of beer with her to ease the pain. I was forever in persuit of going back home to her,but, since I could not, I became suisidal. later it worsened to the point that now I suffer from severe mental illness, on dissability, and stand never to recover being she's now passed on, the house is even gone, and after 31 years it's also considered basicly to be a
permanent condition. the whole thing distroyed every other part of my life since I felt nothing was worth a darn, I only wanted(want)her. needless to say without proper support from anybody involved we never had a chance for any kind of a good life after that.
I end by adding, the sole purpose she married was so we weren't seen as bastard children, and , had a chance for a better life. how irronic,and sad.