Each time we welcomed Bella back home. Our daughter who had problems accruing.

She left the cold house, left Mr Big I Am several times. Her car would appear on my drive; black bin bags shoved in the back seat. My heart would sink.

We had words me and her, a heated long chat. ‘Come away, for good.’ We thought Mr Big I Am to be powerful, the hold he had on our daughter. We couldn’t understand why she was drawn to him. I asked whether he were penniless would she still keep going back? She had no answer for that.

We didn’t see an addiction creep in, we didn’t see an addiction she would add. We thought her vulnerable, she had suffered rejection in the past.

We were speechless why a good-looking girl with a career and a happy family home. Chose to live like that?

It took years for me to realise my daughter was addicted to drama, got a buzz, she demanded attention. A cocktail of emotions is what she had. Jitters in her stomach curbed her appetite for food, this emotion she came to crave. She encouraged disharmony in her relationship with Mr Big I Am, liked to make him cry. Liked the stir of jealousy, and loved to provoke it in him.

Trapped in an abusive relationship. Not so much physically, far more damaging than that–Mental abuse.

 

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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