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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 656350" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I so get this. The adult my child grew into is abusing my child, is dirtying the life I cherished above my own. I am enraged...and I am powerless. I listen, I love the timbre of that voice. It is a helpless feeling.</p><p></p><p>I decide to fight.</p><p></p><p>And that is when, I think that is when and how, it changes, the living breath of what passes between my child and myself.</p><p></p><p>But I do know this: When I said no. When I said no, there was all kinds of unsuspected backwash. I had become such a rigid thing. It had all become so unreal. I had become unreal. I wasn't a good mother, because look where my child was. I wasn't a bad mother, because I was ~ man, I couldn't think of anything but saving him. </p><p></p><p>Or her.</p><p></p><p>We just went through this again, on a whole other level, with our daughter.</p><p></p><p>It was like we were all on some racetrack where there was no winner and there was no end. Not even a time clock, where everyone is declared the loser and we could at least (at last) go home.</p><p></p><p>The last, slim chance, was to do nothing.</p><p></p><p>So, I did that.</p><p></p><p>And that is all I know.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 656350, member: 17461"] I so get this. The adult my child grew into is abusing my child, is dirtying the life I cherished above my own. I am enraged...and I am powerless. I listen, I love the timbre of that voice. It is a helpless feeling. I decide to fight. And that is when, I think that is when and how, it changes, the living breath of what passes between my child and myself. But I do know this: When I said no. When I said no, there was all kinds of unsuspected backwash. I had become such a rigid thing. It had all become so unreal. I had become unreal. I wasn't a good mother, because look where my child was. I wasn't a bad mother, because I was ~ man, I couldn't think of anything but saving him. Or her. We just went through this again, on a whole other level, with our daughter. It was like we were all on some racetrack where there was no winner and there was no end. Not even a time clock, where everyone is declared the loser and we could at least (at last) go home. The last, slim chance, was to do nothing. So, I did that. And that is all I know. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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