Laura joined a gym. Kitted herself out in Lycra, scooped her shiny jet hair into a swishy pony tail and exercised. She was fit, healthy and beautiful.

Laura would be affronted by a third factor in the predilection of alcoholism.

Mr Big I Am spotted Laura in the gym, asked her out on a date. Laura told her sister of the invite. Sister already a gym member, knew of the Big I Am. ‘No,’ Sister informed, ‘Don’t accept.’

Mr Big I Am approached Laura’s sister, said he’d be the one to treat Laura right. ‘Prove it,’ Sister offered, ‘Take it slow, take her somewhere nice.’

Mr Big I Am took Laura to the seaside. They held hands, shared ice-cream, came home before dark, came home before the postcards they sent to each other.

Mr Big I Am carried on doing special things, carried on treating Laura right.

Said he too had suffered heartache, understood Laura’s vulnerable side. Said his parents were dead: killed in a car accident when he was a child.

We did not know he fabricated lies. Painted pictures for sympathy. Drew illusions to lure women who assumed they could help him.

I need you. You need me.

The first stage of entrapment.

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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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