A young boy dies suddenly in gym class.
My mother and Reed met when my mom went into rehab. I never really knew my mother was an alcoholic but she was what you call a functioning alcoholic. She was never wasted in front of us, still took us to all of our activities, kept the house very clean, had friends, etc.
Reed had been my mother’s counselors in rehab. He was living in a tiny disgusting house with his repulsive x-wife and a wretched little daughter. She used to say she always felt safe with him since he had helped her so much when she was in rehab. She had no clue that the feeling of safe would turn into a feeling of fear after my brother passed away. None of us knew he had reasons of his own for “helping” her so much during rehab. (to read more click the link)