by Pam Hopkins
On 16 March 1972 my beautiful baby boy was born. Such a beautiful baby, such a gentle little boy, such a helpful gentle little boy.
He moved in with his partner when he was 25 and they had a lovely life, they bought a flat, then they bought a house and rented the flat and then out of the blue they brought a lovely little girl into this world.
They had it all, lovely home, lovely little girl, good jobs and then we find out that my beautiful son is a cocaine addict.
He left his beautiful family for a Hooker and her child. He borrowed money from us because he needed to get straight and promised he had kicked the habit. We tried to accept her.
Then this week he comes to see me and tells me he wants to talk to me, don't worry it's something good!!!
MUM, I AM AN ADDICT AND HAVE JOINED CA I CONSTANTLY TELL LIES -I AM SORRY BUT I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE BAD THINGS I HAVE DONE, BUT I AM GOING TO GET BETTER THIS TIME, I HAVE LOTS OF HELP AND I AM GOING TO DO IT.
What do I do now, I still love him I will always love him. He is living with the Hooker and then he stays with people from CA, I am trying to believe him, but it is very hard. She takes drugs too, why does he want to stay with her.
Can anybody help me to understand.