Bella had taken to study, and enjoyed all aspects of nursing. Hallelujah.

Bella made new friends to add to her circle. She enrolled on a banking scheme to work hours as a care assistant, to gain knowledge, to gain extra funds. She took a Saturday job at a department store to spray perfume at passers-by. Then saw the boyfriend three nights a week.

Boyfriend’s one-night stand, resulting in a baby?

She was born, a girl. Boyfriend carried her picture in his wallet. Said he wasn’t sure if baby were his. What the?

Bella obliged his instruction, and waited outside in the car as Boyfriend disappeared into Baby Mother’s house to visit his offspring.

Two years of the three-year nursing course Bella had completed.

Husband and I come home from a holiday, our daughter had become engaged.

Boyfriend had gazed in jeweller’s window at the sparkly rings, and let his mother choose the one to buy.

I cried.

We chinked glasses of champagne to wish them well.

Where would they live? House prices were soaring. Bella was a student.

Husband and I had secreted funds for our daughter’s future. It was time to make this known. This was an exciting time for her.

They chose a house that was perfect for them. His mother didn’t like it. The house purchase was cancelled.

The couple found another house that needed a renovation. The estate agent said, ‘Not for sale, because someone else is interested.’ I encouraged Bella to knock on home owner’s door to explain her position to buy.

The house was hers, and the boyfriend’s.

A partnership–they were about to be a married couple–share and share alike.

No stipulation: who owned the money we gave.

This was a big mistake.


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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