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As my relationship with Beata blossomed, my family life was still in the toilet. I was still trying to help as much as I could with my mom and the deli, but things were quickly declining. My mom’s health was getting worse, and even her doctors weren’t doing much to help the root cause: alcoholism. I wish I would have done more, maybe by taking her to Alcoholics Anonymous if she would have agreed, but she likely would not have. I had dozens of heartfelt conversations with my mom where I begged her to stop drinking for her sake, as well as for my sake. It was always the same, we would break down, my true mom would come through, and then a day later she would be reaching for the bottle again. It was becoming the norm for her to be in and out of the hospital at that point.

My dad and I were constantly at each other’s necks, figuratively speaking. He gave me yelling lectures and went on rants that made no sense, offering no real insight or help. I think he was taking out his anxieties and regrets on me, and I was done taking it, as I had for too long. I was my own man now, and I still showed respect, but also stood up for what I thought was right.