We welcomed Laura back home time and again. Our daughter who had problems accruing.
Her car would appear on my drive with black bin bags shoved on the back seat. My heart would sink.
We had words Laura and I, 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 could not understand why she was drawn to him. I asked if he was penniless would she still keep going back? She had no answer for that.
I did not see an addiction creep in. I did not see an addiction she would add. I thought her vulnerable. She had suffered rejection in the past.
I was speechless why my good-looking daughter 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 from it. She demanded attention. A cocktail of emotions is what she desired. 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 physical, far more damaging than that – Mental abuse.
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