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Waiting for the call

I have lived waiting for the call from law enforcement to come identify my daughters body. This is my greatest fear. I don't know how to help her because she is in total denial. I have tried to get her to see a therapist but the drug, meth, won't allow her to. It controls her every move. She has stolen thousands of dollars from us, my mother's and grandmother's wedding and engagement rings that were pawned and forever lost. I fear she is forever lost as well. Her father and I have raised her son from birth, he is now almost six years old. He is beautiful and desperately loves his mother but even he knows that he can not live with her. We are emotionally supportive but not financially understandbly. We love and encourage her. But meth controls all so we wait for the call.

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