changed life!

About two years ago I started hanging out with my cousin, jasmine, which is a year older than me. She would tell me everything I never knew about the family. She grew up right knowing everything that ever went on because she was either present or her mom would tell her what happen. I on the other hand only knew what my mother told me. Jazz one day started telling me about my aunt Jacquie’s drug addiction to crack. She told me about the multiple interventions even ones involving my parents where my dad had to drag my aunt Jacquie to the car and take her to rehab. I couldn’t believe it! My aunt Jacquie was the most successful in my opinion, out of all my aunts. She had her own business which was thriving; she owned her house by herself and was very independent. But that was what I only seen. One my mom, two cousins, all my aunts and I went to my aunt Jacquie’s apartment after her daughter’s husband’s funeral. My aunt did not show to the funeral and they were all upset about that. As soon as we walked into her apartment it smelled horrible. It was a mess and everything was unlike the aunt Jacquie I knew. She came around the corner and looked a mess! Her hair was everywhere, her clothing tattered and she was extremely skinny. I never saw her like that in my life. We were there to perform an intervention little did I know. They started off quiet and calm until my aunt Jacquie started getting defensive. Than the yelling started. It was very overwhelming and it just felt like my world was crashing down. It felt as though everything I knew about my family was all a lie. I never seen my aunts so mad, I never seen my mom so mad, I never seen my aunt Jacquie look so different. After a while they had to drag her out her apartment and put her in the car and we took her to the hospital. Everything was a blur to me; I can recall only bits and pieces. After that day I now look at my whole family differently. I now realize why my mom didn’t tell me everything, why she kept it from me. It’s because she knew how I am, how sensitive and close I am about family. If I would’ve seen this or known this as a kid I don’t think I would love my aunt Jacquie as much as I do now. I would have a totally different outlook about her.