The proposal of marriage to Laura from Mr Big I Am amounted to nothing. Laura was not given a ring to sparkle and shine.

Several proposals flew Laura way, from the mouth of Mr Big I Am. With each invitation to live happy ever after, to be together ‘till death did them part, came a condition: Laura had to lose weight, be slimmer than she was.

Laura’s skin wrapped her bones, like cling film. What weight could she lose? Mind games, and there were a few. We escalated to dangerous times.

Laura’s birthday: she went to her house, the one she shared with Mr Big I Am. Laura’s key no longer opened the door. She was furious. She went to the back garden, climbed over the unopened gate. She smashed the kitchen window to gain entry. New Girl was in camp with Mr Big I Am. A row got out of hand.

Laura came home to us a buzzing, told Husband and me what she had done.

We flipped. What was she playing at, wasting her life on his?

Laura did not want to listen. Her ears were locked against good sense.

With tempers on fire, Husband and I spat, ‘Stop bringing this shit to our door.’

Laura zoomed off in her car. She did not return that night.

Husband tossed and turned in bed. He picked up his mobile phone, and left message after unanswered message. For his darling girl to come home.



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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