The plans we made for our beloved daughter’s future, a brighter future, we thought she had.
Husband and I had sat in bed, drinking hot tea. It seemed our daughter was coming back to life. Had left the past, her drinking and drugging, where it belonged, behind her. Yes she was still demanding, yes she could be irrational, but that was normal – for our daughter.
How could we make life better for her, give her something to be happy about, start afresh, put the horrible past behind?
This is what we came up with:
We would buy a house – with mortgage – and charge her a reasonable rent. I know – she didn’t pay the rent last time, but that was before she sought treatment; that was before she got herself ‘better’.
We chose a house, on an upmarket development, lots of trees and grass verges, lots of birds to sing in the morning sun. We did not stop there, be bought quality, modern furniture – encouraged her to feel proud. We bought self assembly wardrobes – Husband and I spent evenings, after work, fitting them together – lots of instructions, screws and glue. I looked at all the pieces, hoped we were not wasting our time. Hoped our daughter would be put together with this accuracy – screws, nice and tight – glue, holding her life together.
We bought a house, and made it home, for her.
We spent a lot of money to buy our daughter’s happiness, to buy her independence, to buy her future. To gain us, her parents, peace of mind. To have our daughter back, healthy; well; and living a decent life.
Would it be a good investment?