When I was seventeen, I was finally sick of my mom's drinking and so I confronted her about it. She got angry with me for even mentioning it and we got in this huge fight. She didn't think she had a problem, she wasn't an alcoholic, but I felt that I was the mother whenever I would have to take care of her because of her drinking. Many times, she wasn't there for me because of it, and that is a sign of having a problem. When it started to affect your life and prevents you from doing things. It took a few more years since that moment for her to finally wake up and realize that something was wrong. It took a few years for the things I said to really sink in.