What a weak week!

Well to start things off, I'm not sure if my week could get any crappier. Let's be honest, it could; I'm a very lucky girl for what I have & need to stop sulking over it. But dang! What shit this week!! :( The first part of the week - I'm slowly, but surely bringing my head out of the ground for that one. I definitely feel like this is a movie & I am the overweight girl that the studly guy befriends, and talks to about the girl he is smitten with. I'm not even kidding! If he was gay, he would be my gay best friend. We talk all the time, have a lot in common, etc. I feel like Patty Stanger, the matchmaker. Can guys & girls be good/best friends without any romantic feelings being involved?? Who knows, maybe he can set me up with someone! So that was mainly Monday that all happened (read previous blog for full story). Last night, Tuesday night, I was about to fall asleep & I hear a big crash downstairs. I jump up, throw my shorts on (I'm a t-shirt girl in the bed) & race downstairs. It's dark, but can see the dogs & my mom turning the corner. I say, "Are you okay?!?!" and she continues to scurry around the corner. I know she heard me, even if she didn't see me. She scurried to her room & I turned on a light to see if I could figure out what happened. Sure enough, there was scattered glass on the hardwood floor and a broken picture frame. I'm not sure what happened, but I am 100% positive she was drunk. I'm guessing she ran into the table & knocked it over. Fact is, she left glass all over the floor, right where our dogs could've stepped on it. I don't know if she was embarrassed and didn't want to face me or what. So I cried for a while and texted two friends until about midnight. I am beyond frustrated with the drinking. I seriously don't understand addiction, but it has got to hell to stop something like that. She's tried to stop (or at least watch her quantity) before & been successful; but it always comes back. I'm so mad about it because she admits she drinks too much, but then continues to drink a bottle of wine a night. I don't know if she wants to get better? I feel like I'm watching her kill herself. I especially love how I see this, get upset & then think the best think for me to do is have a drink. Fucked up, right? My mom's dad was a violent alcoholic & she seems to be a functioning alcoholic (praise God not violent). So where does that leave my sister, brother and myself? Will this be one of us in 20 years?? I pray to God that it won't be and that we can "learn" from this. Is it genetic though - I'm sure that may have a hand in this. It is the most helpless feeling to see someone you love so much go through this. Especially a parent. So this has been my week. Things happen in 3's right? So what will happen today...