Bella admitted she had a problem with alcohol, and worried it was getting out of control. She took herself to the doctor to confess her drinking habits to him.
He recommended a support group.
One evening, Husband and I drove past a bus stop, there stood Bella, waiting. We knew where she was going, her first meeting for support that night. My beautiful daughter waited to meet people who shared the same problem as she.
The knot tightened in my stomach to see her wave to us. She should have been waiting for a boyfriend, she should have been going home to a family, her own, she should have been going to work, not a meeting with alcoholics, like her.
She said the meeting was therapeutic, and would be attending some more.
I invited her to dinner one day, she declined, a support meeting to attend. It seemed to be doing her good, I relaxed to the concept.
Husband came home from work, later that evening. ‘Have you heard from Bella today?’
‘Yes, she’s gone to a meeting.’
‘I don’t think they hold their meetings outside a pub. I just drove past her.’
She had lied to me again.
She was due to call and see me the next lunchtime before her shift at work.
She rang instead, ‘I won’t be coming today. I need to nip down the street before work.’
‘Are you okay?’ I asked.
‘Yes, too much to do, that’s all.’
My uneasy feeling spiralled, because of her speech, it was slow.
I jumped in the car, and made my way to her flat.