And here, many years later, are the facts, the state our daughter was in, the day she came to visit with her friend, the day we had gardened. The day she came to confess, but changed her mind.
What the friend thought we should have been told back then.
What Laura did not want to tell us.
She was nt ready to stop.
Laura would let us into her life to take a peep when she needed money, scared herself, or had flashes of a better life with her family.
But on that day she was not ready to divulge.
Drugs: The crisis she was going through.
Mr Big I Am had summoned Laura’s friend to help, so he did not have to. I imagine there had been an issue, an drug overdose, drugs supplied by him.
It makes no difference in my mind whether we knew the facts back then. What my Husband believed: drugs had become an important part of our daughter’s life. I knew about the eating disorder, and there was nothing I could do. I knew about the alcohol problem, nothing I could do to stop her drinking alcohol.
How could I compete with drugs the high, users chase. What did I have to offer against that? A mother’s love. A cup of tea and a slice of toast.
My daughter was lost to me more than I realised.