We will help you get your mom off drugs!

Now im only 17 and kinda new at writing but i had the sudden urge to write a book and well here it is.
feel free to make or change anything thats wrong and give me some ideas of what u would like to see happen =]

Chapter 1

Our tale begins one morning as a young boy ventures out hunting with his father on his 17th birthday. “Father what’s the matter? Can’t you keep up?” chuckled the boy, “Your getting to old father! Ha-ha” he shouted, panting slightly.
“I may be old Alakai and you may be faster but I have the wisdom!” his father shouted back.
“There is no wisdom needed to run father! I’ll get to the buck long before you!” shouted Alakai with a little laugh as he ran faster and faster jumping and dodging through the tall thick trees.
“What you don’t see is that your about to lose, son!” said his father with a sort of no-it-all grin.
“And whys that!” yelled Alakai having just been confused. As it seemed to be not yet one second after Alakai had answered he hit something with a giant THUD! He awoke with the pain of a thousand drums in his head. Alakai was a strong kid, with fair skin and a slim face. He had coarse, straight, dirty blonde hair and green eyes.
“See boy, I told you that you were going to lose he-he” chuckled his father as stood there staring down at Alakai.
“It feels like I’ve been kicked by a horse, did you catch the buck?” asked Alakai, slowly getting up holding his throbbing head.
“No son, it seems that giant red lump on your forehead must have scared it away” laughed his father.
“Oh ha-ha father, you have jokes don’t you” said Alakai. “Lets just get back home; mother will get worried if we don’t make it in time for breakfast”.
“Right you are son.” His father replied.
So they headed out back towards their farm. On the way, Alakai noticed how the woods were getting smaller and smaller, there were hardly any fine dark brown oak trees anymore, in fact they were the only trees left in his village. The king’s men had chopped the rest and burned them because of failure to pay for land. After a while of walking Alakai had a sort of chill flow down his spine, like a slow but fierce burst of cold wind blew past them and on through the woods brushing the leaves of the giant trees as it went by. Alakai decided to ignore it as he felt it was just a cold front coming down from the hills.
Soon enough they reached the opening of the woods where just beyond the sparkling duck ponds you could see their farm. Alakai was especially excited to get back seeing as he was starving for some food, and maybe also a present from his mother. As he and his father kept getting closer and closer to their cottage, Alakai noticed something strange… there was smoke pouring from the seals and cracks of the door and windows! In a burst of sprint, Alakai started running for the cottage only thinking of his mother’s safety.
“Alakai!! Where are you…?” His father yelled after him, only just realizing the smoke too, he chased after Alakai. “Alakai wait! It’s too dangerous! Let me handle this!” his father bellowed running right past him and into the burning house.
Alakai stood there watching and waiting, hoping that any minute his father and mother would run out of the house safely but as a couple minutes went by no one came out.
“FATHER!!” He screamed…but still no one came out. “MOTHER!!” he yelled again…still nothing. Then, with a sudden burst, his father came rushing out of the house carrying what looked like to be his mother.
Alakai stood there in shock only hoping his mother would be ok. His father placed his mother down on the grass which seemed to be covered in a thick layer of black ash. Alakai watched as his father tried to wake his mother but her eyes did not open, his father slowly stood up keeping his head down as if he had failed. He looked up at Alakai with a look Alakai had never seen before; it was of sadness and forgiveness. All of a sudden his father flinched and with a mere shudder spoke to his son,
“Alakai…run!” he muttered.
“Father… what’s wrong??” Alakai asked his father slowly walking towards him to see if he was alright. “Father! Tell me wha…”. But before he could finish his sentence his father collapsed face first into the black ashy grass leaving Alakai to see a single arrow stuck in his back.

There is a prologue and to get the whole plot of the story just say so and i’ll put that up too =] Also if anyone has any name suggestions for the book would be cool =]

So here is the 1st chappy. hope u like it.

“You’re sending me too a boarding school?” Alayna’s perfectly glossed mouth hung open in the shape of an O. “What have I ever done to deserve this?” Alayna put her hand to her heart. Her mom rolled her eyes and sighed. “Alayna, quit being over dramatic. And are you seriously asking what you have done to deserve this?” “You kissed a boy. In the middle of class. In front of everyone. And no to mention the fact you were only in the sixth grade.” Alayna glared at her mom.
“I had to kiss him. He was the most popular guy in school. My status would have been affected if I had’nt.” Now it was her mom’s time to put her hand to her heart. “Your status?” “Alayna, are you serious? What do you know about status?” “I know that if I had’nt kissed him I would be sitting with the losers at table nine,” she muttered.
Her mom shot a desperate look at her father across the room. He acted like he was interested in the bluebird that was now sitting on the window sill of thier over sized living room. “If it helps, the school is coed,” her mother’s voice was becoming desperate. “I don’t care if it’s bi!” Alayna shouted.
Her father finally butted in. “Watch your mouth young lady. And we have a surprise for you. Jade’s going with you.” Alayna rolled her eyes. “So her parents are forcing her to go, too?” she asked. “No, she, unlike some people, doesn’t mind going,” her father answered. “So she wants to go, and your’e forcing me?” “No one’s being forced, Alayna,” her mom said. Alayna smirked. “Then if that’s the case, I’m not going.” “Oh, your’e going, even if we have to tie you up and gag you,” her father said. Her hand took its place on her heart once more. She gasped. “You’d do that?” she asked. “If we had too,” her father answered.
Alayna tried one more desperate attempt. “Haven’t I already been punished for this? You took away my credit card.” “We took away one of your credit cards. And who said this was a punishment?” “Well, if it’s not, then what is it?” she asked. “Look at it as rehab,” her mother advised. “I don’t do drugs,” she huffed under her breath. “You know what? This discussion is O-V-E-R over. Your’e going to boarding school in one week, no ifs, ands, buts about it, and your’e going to be pleasant about it.” And he walked right out the room. Her mom looked at her. “Well, here’s your credit card. Give Kingston-James a try before you say you don’t like it.” She gave her a small hug and followed her husband out the room.
Alayna pulled out her rhinestone studded iPhone and sent a text to Jade.
glamur_godess:i hate my life :(
gossip_fashionita:ur such a pessemist
glamur_goddess:ur such an optimist. did u kno the darn thing is called kingston-james?
gossip_fashionita:its not a darn thing.its a boarding school. and yes i kno what its called
glamur_goddess:whatev. i got my credit card back today
gossip_fashionita: *insert laugh here* u could have done that without that credit card.
glamur_goddes:1ce again, whatev. u comin or not?
gossip_fashionita: see u in an hour.
Alayna sat her phone down and sighed. Oh, well. At least it was coed.

so? do u like it?love it? hate it? tell me whatcha think please.
thanks
oh the part when she told jade she got her card back. i forgot a part. it was upposed to say: i got my credit card back. im goin shoppin
there are two more main characters thet will be introduced later.

Am been depressed this year. My reputation at school went down the drain , i last over 30 plus pounds, and gained a weak rep at school. Am 15 , dealing with a drug addicted mom, who is not the perfect role model for me.
peopel have seen my waekness, i had emotional outbrust, people know about my sucidal attempts, ppl know about the physical fights that happen at home..and i feel that this year, the guiys in my school have used all of this to thier advanatage..Guys in my school start pinching, shoving, grabbing me..and i fight back, but all that comes with that is more hitting..

this is something else that has happened in my life this year b/w me & a guy friend:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=ArJuZ_zRtfs_BISUVGEF5.Hsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20080730150236AA0KD68

i realixed how i let this guy take contorl of me..

am scared for my life right now..& worried about this up coming year.

am so sick of being the vitcum..

I just want to run away from everythign..where i live right now is not doing me justice. I feel like i practically have to raise my self.
I need a mother figure..i dont have anyboady else to live with. And i dont even know who my dad is…

I have a older sister, who see everythign that happenign yet, i feel as if she does’nt care.

I been so isolated.., it the only way that i deal with the pain..

my emotions & feelings are all intense.

everywhere i go, am the center of attention..am that person that peole think got it bad, and build thier confidence over.

am that girl that peolpe take advantage of..am do freaking sick of the BS, that is happening..i have no support system..

i can’t even get a job, because am only 15, turnign 16 in nov.

I dont thihnk ill ever be happy in highschool.

my erp is just bad, ppl think so negative of me, ant hat’s bcuz i have’nt stood up for myself..

Am getting thepay next for my depression.
I use to such a smart, happy girl, who did’nt care about other thought. I knew whati wanted, did good in school, cared about what i looked like, but lately..i just dont care anymore.

We are finally getting to the root of my husband’s issue with me.. he hates my mom. Which I have always known.. but it is getting to the point he doesn’t want *anything* to do with me, and takes that dislike out on me after we have seen her, or if she even simply calls.

Now~ my mom is not perfect.. she is an alcoholic~ and we see more of her when she goes for a sober stretch and see less of her when she goes on a binge.
And when my husband and I were dating my mom let her drunk homeless friend come tell me how much he loved me and blah blah.. I was creeped out and put in a really uncomfortable situation (that she was aware of and allowed).. which to my husband and I was like she didn’t respect our relationship.

Anyways, there haven’t been anymore stunts like that.

When she comes around she pays more attention to our 4 year old daughter rather than our 2 year old son.. I have seen improvements with this, my husband hasn’t.

Anyways~ I love my in-laws to pieces.. but I generally think if you don’t like your in-laws you just play nice but keep it brief..

I am wondering how common this is~ If it is even normal..
and more, am I the one most responsible for this situation?
Lilly: My mom isn’t mean or rude to my husband~
the one incident with her friend was the most disrespectful she has been to him and it was just the once.
If she was mean and nasty, I would have no problem giving it to her straight. Thing is, just like when raising me she did the best she knew how, and she is doing the best she knows how now.. which isn’t great~ but some people really have no life tools.
and you are right about the favoritism.. That is why I said something to her, she told me that is not what she meant to do~ just that little kids are harder to her (and he is actually a very hyper active little boy) ~ While it is no excuse, she actually isn’t the most skilled or patient with small kids (I was her only kid, and I was way better behaved than my own are lol~ but that is due to insecurity and a crap childhood)
Anyways, after I said something she DID improve. It isn’t perfect but I see her making an effort.
@Scarlet Cougar: I have tried, but he takes a lot of her actions personally~ like the thing with her friend.. which I think was more a result of her being drunk and having no respect for *me* rather than him.

I just feel it is coming down to him expecting me to choose.. which is flat out not fair or right. I laid it out for him when we were dating : before he saw the real her~ that I would NEVER let anyone make me choose again. I let him know she is damaged but that making me choose before was an isolation tactic by my ex~ so it will not ever happen.. yet I still feel that is where he is going with this.
Lily: My husband and I have had a huge host of issues lately~ here’s the thing, he can’t blame everything on my mom. She isn’t mean and nasty to him. and he hardly sees her.

I get you have horrible in-laws. But she is the only family I have here. My dad lives out of town and I hardly see him. My husband has (through his actions) made me question if he really has devoted his whole life to me.

So by saying I won’t choose means just that. I will not choose between them. He doesn’t have to see her often but damn if he is going to forbid me. If you forbid your husband~ wow. It isn’t healthy for the marriage. And I will not be isolated and have no one except his family. NO. It will NOT happen. I have been there and I promised myself never again will I have no place to turn. I intend to keep that promise to myself.

I have my life with him, my family (him and the kids) does come first. But if I see my mom once a month or even longer sometimes is not merit in my opinion to say I am choosing

I’m going to a party tonight for my birthday and we’re planning to drink, I’m turning 19 so I can handle myself, I’m not a 12 year old running around drunk, but my mom is super strict, she smells alchohol from nearly a mile away, If i drink around 11 and I wash my face, drink alot of water, brush my teeth, drink alot of water and chew gum, do you think she’ll notice when she comes to pick me up around 2?

I had this dream about the end of the world. I forgot how it all started but it was like asteriods hitting the earth. It was kind of with final fantasy vii, sort of involved. I have no idea though, but anyways I was running away with this some guy but the brownish tan smokes from hitting kept landing somewhere near us. Like a comet hitting the ground and smoke comes up from the force of the collision. But there was many.

He told me they were bouncing on the mountains before it got to us, we were in the city. We went through the buildings and such to get away . I was scared.

Thats pretty much what I can remember unless I remember more.I’ll write more but anyways I was then at this playground at Mcdonalds or it was probably Burger King, I was in the playground area, where they had those tube things I was trying to get out and it was sort of big, I met up with this kid , and I couldn’t get out and I pushed him downwards to this down tube tunel and was trying to get out but I started freaking out and forcing hard to open it then it cracked and I got out then the kids were in trouble and the parents and my mother was screaming at me to hold this one bar to hold it up but I got it wrong and they all fell to the ground, weirdly they didnt get hurt or anything.

then we were walking in the parking lot and ms jennie was trying to help me , excusing I had this one anxiety.

So, this girl I like that I work with just gave me her phone number a few days ago. I finally called her last night talked for a little bit and I let her go so she could sleep…

I call her this morning and it turned out her drug addicted brother (who is 16 and she is 19) stole $200 she was saving up to buy a new guitar. He broke into her window to do so, it isn’t the first time this has happened, but not this badly.

She is very upset she can’t do anything by law since she and I assumed circumstancial evidence would be useless since he does live there. And her mom whom they both live with refuses to kick him out just because he is 16.

What can I do first of all to cheer her up and calm her down… I don’t want to say the wrong thing to her.

So, this girl I like that I work with just gave me her phone number a few days ago. I finally called her last night talked for a little bit and I let her go so she could sleep…

I call her this morning and it turned out her drug addicted brother (who is 16 and she is 19) stole $200 she was saving up to buy a new guitar. He broke into her window to do so, it isn’t the first time this has happened, but not this badly.

She is very upset she can’t do anything by law since she and I assumed circumstancial evidence would be useless since he does live there. And her mom whom they both live with refuses to kick him out just because he is 16.

What can I do first of all to cheer her up and calm her down… I don’t want to say the wrong thing to her.

So, this girl I like that I work with just gave me her phone number a few days ago. I finally called her last night talked for a little bit and I let her go so she could sleep…

I call her this morning and it turned out her drug addicted brother (who is 16 and she is 19) stole $200 she was saving up to buy a new guitar. He broke into her window to do so, it isn’t the first time this has happened, but not this badly.

She is very upset she can’t do anything by law since she and I assumed circumstancial evidence would be useless since he does live there. And her mom whom they both live with refuses to kick him out just because he is 16.

What can I do first of all to cheer her up and calm her down… I don’t want to say the wrong thing to her.

His name was Kieth. He was born in a small town not far from where he was now. He doesn’t want to remember the town. It brought him bad memories.

In his teens, his mother was a chef for a restaurant specifically for vegetarians in that little town. She would bring home large dishes of salads and saute creations for her son to digest. he was an only child and she was a single mom.

He would always throw away the vegetables when his mother didn’t look, always giving it to the earth outside. Instead, he would secretly earn money at a local chicken dish restaurant and feed on the food offered there for lunch break. His mother was at work the whole time, so she wouldn’t know.

His mother occasionally grew suspicious of him and asked him where he was earning his money. He would always reply, “I want to become a chef like you, mom. I work at a restaurant so I can watch the chefs do their job.” She was pride of him.

Out of the house now, he goes to the grocery store to buy one thing only: meat. Shopping was not his thing, so he had to get a whole lot of that tough, juicy flesh of any animal, as long as it didn’t go bad. He had a dracula stage play flyer posted on his bedroom door with the words ‘Blood is life” printed largely in white over the background painting of an old Transylvanian castle. The word “blood” was crossed out with the word meat with a permanent marker. Large stuffed deer heads were hung on the cabin wall. Teenage rebellion doesn’t seem to stop in the blossom of adulthood.

Today, on this very night, he was planning his masterpiece. He was going to roast an entire lamb in an oven and then fry some chicken in lard.
After putting the lamb in the oven, he started to cook his chicken. The lard sizzled and the natural scent of chicken swelled into the air with steam and a little smoke.
“Ahhhhh,” he exhaled after breathing in the fragrance. The steam rose in huge puffs and shook the large butcher knifes that hung on the lamp above the stove. He never used those butcher knifes, they were only for decoration. He only had decorations such as these on the inside of his small home. His house had no lawn, no grass, no plants. The big city was cramped enough to elliminate them. He liked the city and the meat because they were both the farthest things from grown vegetables.

The meat was finished. He pulled the lamb out with the heat pads and sniffed it intimately. The sniff was like a drug, like sniffing crack. He skipped to the dinner table, carefully so as to not to drop the pan. His started to whistle a tune from his favorite band: Disturbed. He then set the pan down and gets the chicken, cutting it to bits and sprinkling the pieces over the lamb chunks. He set his fork and knife on the edge of the tender flesh. He licked his lips. This moment would pass by quickly, even if he took several hours to finish it.

It was morning. Keith woke up. He stepped off his bed and bent over to stretch his tired muscles. Turning around, he knelt down on his knees and reached under his bed for his slippers. But something touched his hand. It felt smooth, but jagged on the sides. It was kind of flexible but hard and rigid. Covering his entire two fingers over it, he pulled it out from underneath the bed.

He continued to stare at it. He knew what it was. It was a human fingernail, with blood clots on the edges.

He shoved it into his left pocket and got ready for work.

My Moms husband is a drug addict and their is illegal activity in the house. she would never allow me to live any where else. how can i get around the having consent part of the law?

She’s always treated me like dirt, but it seems that ever since I moved out and got married she has just taken it to a whole new level.

All through high school she would always point out that I should lose a few pounds, and on my wedding day she told me I would look better if I lost some weight…but yesterday when I came over so that my dad could help me with my taxes and she asked me why I was so fat.

And when I told her it was because I have PCOS and hypothyroidism, she said I was lying and it was because I was a pig.

It’s to the point now where I don’t even want to tell her anything about my life, because she just gets angry. Like when I told her I was getting married, she called my husband lazy and good for nothing and said he would never amount to anything.

And when I told her we were trying to have a baby she said I would make a terrible mother.

My aunt (her sister) is a drug addict and yesterday my mom said that she wished her sister would just die already so that she didn’t have to take care of her kids (my cousins) anymore.

I mean WTF!

I don’t even know what to do anymore. I can’t see my dad anymore without running into her, and my dad is in denial about her attitude. But it’s just gotten to the point where I just don’t ever want to see or talk to her again…but I know that’s a bit excessive…and if I were to do that, I would also lose contact with my dad and my little brother.

What should I do?
And I admit, I haven’t always been nice to her. All through my teenage years the only noise in our house was the sound of me and her shouting at each other. But when I moved out our relationships improved slightly so I thought maybe the screaming yelling days were over..but now they’ve just been replaced with her insulting me every chance she gets.

“Mommy, where am I going?!” One girl cried out.

The train station was empty except for a line of children and their parents. Outside the train station, several black cars rested, their windows rolled down and the shiny tips of high powered rifles pointed out.

It was November tenth. A day that would go down in infamy, but as for now, history had yet to be made. The focus was on five of the world’s most precious children. The focus was on getting them onto the train and out of danger.

The five children were being showered in love as the train pulled into station. It was a monstrous thing. It was six cars long, and each side was heavily coated in shining metal. In intervals of two feet along the side, lethal looking metal spikes protruded out. Stationed on the top of the heavily defended train sat two turrets, their operators were covered by a transparent bubble of bullet proof glass.

Each child was brought into a warm embrace, everyone single person had fresh tears running down their faces. Outside the heavens seemed to be weeping as well. Heavy drops of rain began to fall. There was a crack of thunder and a brilliant flash of lightening that lit up the dank station.

“Mommy, daddy, I love you,” One by one the children were pushed away. Their parents weeping lightly as the most important things in their lives were turned from them by a blond woman in a conductor outfit.

She looked at each sobbing parent with kind blue eyes, and it seemed to comfort them as she pulled them toward the smoking train doors.

“Alessandra, go with the nice lady, we’ll see you soon,” One girl’s mother croaked out before breaking out into more sobs.

“Mommy I don’t want to go, I’m strong, I can stay and help,” a small blond girl belted out, her fragile hands were placed on her hips. Another strong boom of thunder signaled the start of a down pour. Streaks of water rushed down the many tinted station windows.

“No, honey, you have to go” Her mother responded. Finally, the blond conductor approached, and placed one hand firmly on the girl’s shoulder. The girl whipped around and knocked her hand away before gripping tightly onto her mother, tears were running down her face.

At this point, her mother fell down, the sorrow of it all was too much. The rest of the children had already boarded, their faces were all pushed up against the windows of their separate cars. Their eyes watching, their hands waving, and their mouths forming words.

The conductor moved forward, the young girl screamed, her eyes were wide with a primal fear. And for a second the conductor stopped, and the two stared at each other. The conductor had stopped half reach, and the girl had now stopped screaming. Something had clicked. Maybe it had been meeting of their eyes. Or perhaps it had been the swirling of blue and red within the girl’s eyes that had stopped the conductor. But for what seemed like an eternity the two sat staring at one and other.

Suddenly, the small girl moved forward.

“I love you mommy,” she whispered, before taking the conductors hand. “I realized that in order to save you, I have to go” Those were the last words her mother would hear from her eleven year old daughter for two years.

Leaving the grieving parents behind, the train gave a wailing cry and the doors shut. The conductor watched the parents reach out, and she realized how important the cargo was now.

Outside the rain continued to get heavier, and the black cars rolled their windows up and sped away, leaving the station behind.

Hope would soon come in the form of five children.

The fate of the world sat in their delicate hands.

How do you like my story so far?
I know I’m not that good, but I’d like some feedback on how I can get better :]. Thank youuu,

… a successful individual?

My cousin in 14 and well, i’m younger then her. But, i’m more mature, smarter and i think about my future. Her friends all do drugs, and, although she denies it, i know she does. She has pictures on facebook and their are people telling her things like “you didn’t`t have a blunt” (sarcastically) or she;ll have a pic of bloodshot eyes and people saying ” that a girl”. Shes a little whore, whose into peer pressure and no matter how many times I tell her shes messing up her life she never listens. She fails school and she thinks that the whole world is based on looks. She’d be lucky if she got a job working at Subway on the weekends. Her parents give her all of the freedom in the world because her father is jobless and spends his time playing World of Warcraft and her mom is always sick and doesn’t want to put up with her. Her brother just doesn’t give a crap, and although she’s a great person, her friends are messing her up. If she starts these bad habits now they’ll become even bigger ones and she’s on the path to an early death, all of her friends are too. She’s had boyfriends that do drugs and she just seems to care about grinding and clubbing and being attractive. I love her SO much and I care about her so immensely. I KNOW she is just doing this to fit in. Her friend does drugs in her room, and whenever my cousin goes over, I don`t even wanna know what they do. But, their are pictures on facebook that show her friend in her room rolling up joints and their friends doing it too. Her friend has a bong and, I don`t even know if i want to bother anymore. Her friends don;t also realize, that facebook owns these pictures and cops look over them regularly. If they see these idiotic teens doing these illegal things, their going to jail. And i still believe that after they get arrested, fined and brought a lawsuit against them, they are still going to be addicted to drugs. I hate it SO much that my cousin doesn’t realize that she`s messing up her life, and im scared. I KNOW she is messing up her life. She`s failed to subjects in school, shown up to class high, she skips class ALL THE TIME and shes going to summer school. In addition to this shes a freaking alcoholic. Shes an under aged drinker, and drugs are illegal, if she gets caught she is going to get into trouble, i don’t want that. i want to help her. I don’t want her to be like this. it scares me, it makes me sad and it worries me. It disgusts me. So, my question is: What should i do to help her with these issues? As I said, im younger then her. She probably wont listen to me. but i need to show her something- like a wake up call, to show her that doing drugs, drinking alcohol and being a slut are cool. She doesn’t;t realize that 1) shes going to die early and 2) shes messing her life up so severely. She thinks that beauty is everything. But every time i see her she’s getting uglier and uglier with all of those drugs and drinking and pounds of slutty makeup ruining her body and face. Its disgusting. Sorry for writing this whole shpeal. I needed to vent. So, what can I do to show her that its NOT cool. And i need something like a wake up call to her. Please help. Its really bothering me. Thank you so much for reading. I just want to help her, she truly is a good person. I just don;t know what to do anymore. I;ve already told her what I thought- but she denied that she did drugs, but their proof on facebook that she does, so, you tell me. What should i do? Thanks again- i keep on going on and on and on. Im going to go before you start getting mad. thanks again. and please reply to this ASAP- before its too late.
Sincerely,
Abagail.
*aren’t cool

So my mom has left for rehab and will come back in 30 days, but i was kinda mad/sad when she left and it was kind of an awkward goodbye, but as of know im kinda mad at her and idk what it will be like when she comes back, i dont want it to be awkward when she comes back, i know i love my mom but i just dont know how i will feel when she comes back im afraid i wont be the same around her, thats what i really feel and i feel like it changed everything in my life like EVERYTHING, is this a bad thing that i think this? and have you ever had a parent go to rehab when you were young?

I’ve had this question for ever now.

and I wonder.

1)A cop stops a drunkard and asks him:
cop: Where r you going?
Dru: I’m going to listen to the lecture on the harm of the drunkenness and alcoholism.
cop: At night? And who will give a lecture?
Dru: My wife and mother-in-law!

2)At weddings old aunts used to tease me saying “You are next, you are next.”
But they stopped it since I started doing the same to them at funerals…!!

3)God thought that since he couldn’t be everywhere he made a mother.
Then devil thought that he couldn’t be everywhere he made a mother-in-law

I’ve only ever had a sip of red wine and beer from my dad, I’m a good girl :) I didn’t like the taste of it, is that just because I’m under age or will I never like it? My mom doesn’t like alcohol either.
Thanks!

27 degrees in Alabama???