My Escape-Horses

My mom was an alcoholic for 20 years. I meant nothing to her. Horses were my only escape I would go on a trail ride once a week on red he was so big, but then again I was six when i started riding him so everything was big. When she hit rock bottom nobody wanted to help her, she shunned her kids and declined help. She realized a little to late that she needed help. Eventually her biological father caved, he sent her to rehab. My brother and I were sent to my dads house where we met my dads girlfriend. At first I thought to my self a mom I finally have a mom. I was only 9 so of course I thought that she was my new mom and I didn't question it at all. After a couple weeks I met her horses rue and Houdini they were beautiful, although Houdini was really crazy. So soon after that I started riding horses(English) again.

Should I continue?