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Ever since I could remember, my mother has struggled with drugs and alcohol. The whole family has lost count of exactly how many times she has been to rehab, as well as how many dollars we have collectively spent sending her there, only for her to come home and fuck it all up again within a matter of months. We truly thought this time was different - she finally was almost at 11 months sober for the first time since before I had been born. What we didn't know was that her newfound fascination with accusations towards me was just psychological projection. What we also didn't know was that our entire lives were about to be flipped upside down.
It had been two weeks since my mother made me take those tests, and she had been crazier than ever. It was the third Monday of the month, which meant that she had her monthly meeting with her probation officer. As part of this, it was her turn to piss in a cup. My dad had to work overtime, so it was up to me to take her. Unfortunately, the last time she was sent to rehab it was because of a DUI, so my dad and I were still stuck driving her everywhere like she was the fucking Queen of England. My dad felt pretty resentful about her license being revoked, especially at the cost of all the programs she had to go through to attempt to eventually get it back, and in turn, my mom would turn around and act as if it was somehow our fault when she decided to loose her sobriety. It was to the point where they pretty much hated each other's guts, and there I was, stuck in the middle of it.
"There's a good spot, Adina. Grab it," said my mother right after I pulled into the parking garage. I kept driving a little further to a less populated area where the spots weren't as tight. "What did you do that for? Now we'll have to walk further. If I wanted to exercise, I would join a gym."
"I just don't want someone hitting our car. Dad would be really upset and have to take time off work to get it fixed," I replied.
"You two are always thinking about each other, aren't you?" My mom barked back.
We walked down the staircase to the street in silence. The probation office was just across the street, in a small, brick building that they shared with the youth probation office. I guess they wanted the bad kids to see what they could grow up to be, like a real life version of scared straight. We walked in the glass door and down the hall and opened the first door on the left, which took you straight into the reception area for the adult probation area. There's also a door straight across the hall on the right, which is for the juveniles. The waiting area was nothing to write home about. There were blocks and a small dollhouse shoved in one corner, a few chairs that looked like they belonged in a hospital waiting room, and a receptionist behind a desk encased in glass. I sat down and grabbed an old TIME magazine while my mom checked in with the lady so she could be buzzed back. If I flipped through this magazine hard enough, my mom would continue the silence that I was secretly enjoying.
"Debra Wilt?" my mother's probation officer called as he propped open the glass door with his foot. He was a middle-aged, balding white guy with grey hair and a grey beard. He played football in college, and he still looked like a linebacker. He wore khakis and a tucked in polo shirt with loafers, as if he still belonged somewhere on a college campus. My mom on the other hand, was probably his age, but looked like she had at least ten years on him. Her dark, curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she made no attempt to cover up any of her grey. She also didn't bother to wear makeup this morning, and probably wasn't wearing a bra under her sweatshirt and winter jacket either.
When my mother returned 20 minutes later, she was clearly agitated. "Let's get the fuck out of here," she demanded as she headed for the door. I rose and followed behind her.
"Is everything okay?" I asked as we waited for two cars to pass us so we could cross the street.
"No, Adina, everything is not okay," she responded. "They're sending my urine off to the lab. I don't fucking get it. I've been clean for almost a year and pissing on demand for them every month and this test just lies right in front of us and the next thing I know, Mr. Mavis is telling me what will happen next if my lab results come back positive too. Like fuck dude, I already know, they'll arrest me for some shit I didn't do..." her voice trailed off as we approached the stairs. "You just had to park on the second level, didn't you? You know I hate stairs."
Like I said, everything was about to be turned upside down.
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