Mr Big I Am supplied Laura with weekends in the city, expensive hotels, Vip tickets to night clubs, a taxi on account: to take a princess out, to bring her home. A fistful of money was pressed into Laura’s smaller, eager hand. Champagne lifestyle.

Laura loved this lifestyle. Oh how she loved it.

She did not see the champagne lifestyle as a ploy to snare and nail her heart. Did not know women before, women who followed, enjoyed the same treatment. Laura thought she was the only one.

Both our daughters were to be married that year, now only one. Laura was chief bridesmaid at her sister’s wedding. Laura smiled for the camera, stood in line when asked. But her face, her demeanour? Not happy. She drank wine at the head table, not too much to my relief.

Mr Big I Am reluctantly attended the wedding. He arrived in his flash car, wearing a designer suit, a heavy gold watch. He would not mingle or raise a glass. He encouraged Laura to leave the celebrations, leave before the cake was cut, retire to their hotel suite.

We thought we understood: difficult for Laura who lost her wedding only six months ago.

We understood nothing.

Mr Big I Am had a distaste for our family of life, the close bond we shared.

He had a plan to break that unit.

A plan in action to isolate Laura.

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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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