SHE RUINED ME AND NOW I’M TRAPPED
Shortly before my husband’s death 22 years ago, we adopted a two-year-old girl. We were ecstatic and thought life was going to be great – then a year later he died of a heart attack.
I felt as if our daughter was the only thing that bound me to him. Over the years I spoilt her rotten – to the extent that I lost some friends who criticised me for giving her everything she wanted.