Mother’s day and this was Laura’s gift to me: She came to see me in the morning. A familiar, distant look on her face. ‘I need to talk to you,’ she said. ‘I’ve run up a bit of debt.’

‘Why, what have you been doing? You’re on a good salary.’ I said.

‘How much?’ Husband asked.

‘Couple of grand,’ she muttered.

‘A couple of grand exactly or more than that?’ I knew she was feeling her way.

‘Well, maybe three.’

‘A couple, maybe three? How much do you bloody owe?’ Husband asked

I jumped in, tried to defuse the smouldering wick. ‘If you want our help, I need your bank statement to see what you owe, and where your money is going.’ Laura shot out of the house to get the bank statement, to get away from her dad. She had run a debt of nine thousand pounds. I had to take a seat on the stairs to steady my shaking legs. Husband ranted and raved. But he calmed down, he always did. Laura knew that.

Husband and I paid the debt with conditions attached: She trade the fancy car for a modest one to reduce monthly payments. Laura and I visited the bank manager to put a stop to this ludicrous overdraft. Laura accepted all terms — she had no choice.

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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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