Husband and I journeyed home from rehab, from seeing our daughter in such a place. We travelled home in silence.

I put a meat and potato pie in the oven. Then went and sat on the floor next to Husband’s chair. I cried then cried some more. He hitched up in his seat, held his arm out to comfort me, I nestled there beside him. Bereft.

I was convinced my daughter would be damaged further by this rehab experience. I worried she was not safe amongst others like her. But what could I do? I played movies in my head of her drunk and desperate times. I knew she needed to stay. To take what came her way.

My mind was choked with thoughts of Laura, stacked in rows. When one scenario collapsed, another took its place.

I made friends with Sudoku. I worked on numbers not words, to try to clear my head.

For three months I went to visit Laura every Saturday. Husband could not always join us. He was busy with work. Every visit I took her goodies to cheer her, to cheer me. Laura was given a nice room, a big one of her own. I was pleased. How far I had come! That I would be pleased with a room for my daughter in a place such as this. Laura showed me her cupboard in the kitchen, her name stuck on the inside. Made me think of student accommodation and lifted my heart a little.

It was exhausting travelling to and fro.

One Saturday I arrived, Laura and I had a massive argument, I walked out, came home.

Because …

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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