Own Goal

Laura returned to work as a nurse at the hospital. She resumed her career.

Laura was back in action, proud of herself. Husband and I were proud of her too.

She drove her car to and from work, up and down the high street, got herself out and about.

Saturday afternoon, Husband was watching a football match on television before he returned to work. Laura telephoned, said she would come to see Dad and me.

Laura got out of her car clutching a bottle of coke-a-cola. She unscrewed the lid, placed her lips around the mouth of the bottle, and gulped down the liquid. The expression on her face was not good.

‘What’s up now?’ I asked.

She stepped into the hall. ‘I’ve been drinking,’ she said.

I moved backwards and sat down on the bottom stair to steady my shaking legs. ‘Oh, Laura. Please no.’

‘I’m sorry.’ ‘

I feel sick,’ I said. I held my hand out for her to witness the tremor, for her to witness what she was doing to me.

‘I know, I feel sick too.’ She squeezed past me and sat on a stair higher than mine. She had got her secret of her chest and made a prisoner of me.

Husband was still watching football, unaware of the tragedy unfolding.

‘It’s terrible, isn’t it?’ She said. Laura did not show one jot of remorse. As though I told her something that I had done wrong and we were commiserating. I turned to look at her, to look at what planet she was on.

‘Go and tell Dad,’ I said.

Laura walked into the living room. ‘Dad, I’ve been drinking.’ His eyes stayed on the television, stayed on the football.

‘Just go,’ he said. ‘I’m not interested.’

Addict Child by Lesley Sefton buy on amazon

I am the mother of two adult daughters, both much loved and cared for. The eldest thought she could handle social drinking and party drugs, she could not. There is a journey addicts relate to - their journey. As a mother I have healed through the written word. This is my journey.

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