My mom used to tell me stories about her father coming home drunk and the screaming arguments her parents had while her two older sisters and her hide in her bedroom begging for all of the yelling to stop.I asked how she could remember all of the details being only four years old at the time. She replied when you're a child and everything is happy and then suddenly it's not, well it's hard to forget something like that.

I thought long and hard about that. After my grandparents divorce how come my mom never wanted to see him. He was after all her father and people make mistakes and people can change. Several days later I asked my mother why she had never visited her father even till this day? She replied why would I want to put my feelings in jeopardy? My father due to his drug and alcohol addiction could not truly love me and support me. He could not be there for my sisters and my mother and me. My mother made sure that we had enough love in our home even without a father.

This again got me thinking.What leads you to do drugs when you know it will affect the people you love? Is it really worth giving up your whole family for something so meaningless? I then thought of my grandma ,who didn't remarry till after my mom had left the house, and how she must have felt deciding wether to split up her family and become a single mother or stick around and potentially ruin her life.

I pondered the idea where one Choice affects the rest of your life. If my grandma decided to stay with my grandma would I even exist? Would my grandpa ever gotten over his addiction? I decided that no matter what my choices are important. I need to make choices that will positively effect my future and even If I make an  decision that negatively effects my future I have to live with it because what is done is done and can not be taken back.