I love my mum, sadly because my dad died, although she tried, she could never punish me.

She attempted for 3 years after my dad died, to be strict. It just did not work. I had no respect for her whatsoever and once I was 16 I had access to my dads money and she knew I was heavily addicted to drugs, so all she wanted was for me to stay alive and when some men would take me out, she would just hope I was not raped and mistreated.

Yet, what did I do when I was in DT, when I had neighbours call police cause they heard shouting (never violence to my mum or sisters, I would never hit them) but I would destroy myself or the house.

A couple times, with her near £20,000 Mercedes, I took it for a spin.

Just such a terrible, evil and vile little evil prick I was to do that sort of shit to my mum.

Love her, she has seen me now begin to recover, she has also seen how certainly people in the public or police would treat me.

She knows it is a sickness. I think these days people think addicts do not exist and it is just "habits".