Wayward 36 year old daughter still piece meals her bills. She is behind on everything. I see glimpses of her trying here and there but not for long. I had a long talk with her about her 1/2 a** boyfriend. I explained to her that he is a baby in a grown man's body, she has adopted a grown man as her baby. My daughter hates when I point things out but she knows it is the truth. 1/2 a** boyfriend's mother is not healthy and my daughter is worried that if she passes the entire blunt of her 1/2 A** boyfriend will fall on her, she knows her dad and I will not have anything to do with him. I always tell her that she will need to hold down at least 3 jobs to take care of the both of them. A few months back I met a woman I connected with deeply. Our lives were so similar, we drove the same type of car, same year, we loved all the same activities, we rode bikes, walked on tracks, loved to swim, love horses and we even have the same Maine coon cats. Our birthday are one day apart and we even have the same style of clothes. Reba clothes, she is the only other person of all my friends that loves Reba clothes. We both have one son and one daughter, her son almost died and she had a very awful relationship with her daughter, they went months without talking. I was so excited about this relationship with my friend because she was someone that would understand the pain and grief I have with my daughter and I thought we could walk this journey together sharing our grief. Last week my beautiful friend went to visit her daughter to try to make peace with her. The daughter was not having any of it. My friend came home last Wed and shot herself to death.. I cannot even feel my own mothers death over this overwhelming sadness over my friend dying by suicide. Every bone in my body aches..I did not see any signs. I know the signs. My friend was always laughing and smiling, I thought that if she shared her grief with me it would lessen the weight. I do understand the depth of pain of having a wayward daughter, the pain of rejection and the pain of watching your child go down hill. I know that pain is very great and very heavy but the pain she has given others because of her actions are even greater. That is why detatching is so important. It is so hard to do but such a life saving thing to do. It has been a rough year to say the least. But in the middle of all this grief I still feel some peace, I thank God for my connection with him because this type of peace can only come from HIM.