Growing up my mom was an alcoholic.she used to get very drunk and have all types of random people over. it made for a crappy childhood. All sorts of men I called abti. All types of women screaming. And you know Somalis cannot handle their alcohol. So police would come often. Most of my friends todayare people whos fathersand mothers used to come over and drink. We bonded over hating our lives. When I was 14 my mom had some kind of intervention with me and her siblings who lived in the north America they all cornered her and told her to snap out of it. It was emotional time. My mom went to a 30 day rehab and relapsed she went again after a few months and has been alcohol freensince then. The only problem is she has gone closer to Islam and is not happy that I don't understand it.