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I kicked my daughter out of the house - LONG
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<blockquote data-quote="Steely" data-source="post: 37596" data-attributes="member: 3301"><p>First off....I just want to tell you that you are an amazing writer. I mean, your email was like a story, one that was extremely well done. Do you ever write in your free time as a means to release your inner torment? You might find it quite cathartic, I know I do.</p><p></p><p>Second of all, if I read this email correctly, I think you know that you have made the right decisions about your daughter moving out, (which I agree with), but it is all of the past guilt, and missed opportunities that are making you so sad right now.</p><p></p><p>I undertand complete, as that is where I am at everyday as well....and I do not know how to help or what to offer to you, except support. You are not alone....we are all here with you.</p><p></p><p>Lately I am overcome with emotion when I see little kids playing ball like my son used to, little blond boys with their carefree spirits, romping through the park, just like Matt. I get teary eyed when I remember how I could scoop him up and hug the rage out of him, or rock him to sleep with stories and kisses. I want a do over - a retake of our life together - I would have done so many things differently.</p><p></p><p>This is all so much harder when our kids are in an adult sized body, but still acting like a difficult child ten year old. What can you do? Except set the limits - and yes, then we as parents are always the bad guys, the dumb one, the evil entity in their lives. I think my son told me he hated me last night a record amount of times - and you would think that I would be used to it by now - but no. By the twentieth time, I still was momentarily choked up by it, just for a second, but enough to remind me I am still human, and not a robotic limit setting machine. Just for a moment I wanted to scream - "but remember that day, that beautiful sunny day, when you and I, hand in hand, walked for miles down the river catching tadpools? Remember that? I am the same mom!"</p><p></p><p>Do we ever heal? I will leave that question for maybe those of you who have lived through all of this a bit longer. I know for me, that I have to finish writing my book about my difficult child - because for me - writing is purging, healing, and a release that I hope will bring me the healing I need. But that is all I know. I know I will never be the same - and if I ignore my present state I believe I will die a miserable person. My goal will be to take this pain, and somehow turn it around to manifest itself in my being in a new way. My mechanism for doing that, however, is yet to be revealed.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Steely, post: 37596, member: 3301"] First off....I just want to tell you that you are an amazing writer. I mean, your email was like a story, one that was extremely well done. Do you ever write in your free time as a means to release your inner torment? You might find it quite cathartic, I know I do. Second of all, if I read this email correctly, I think you know that you have made the right decisions about your daughter moving out, (which I agree with), but it is all of the past guilt, and missed opportunities that are making you so sad right now. I undertand complete, as that is where I am at everyday as well....and I do not know how to help or what to offer to you, except support. You are not alone....we are all here with you. Lately I am overcome with emotion when I see little kids playing ball like my son used to, little blond boys with their carefree spirits, romping through the park, just like Matt. I get teary eyed when I remember how I could scoop him up and hug the rage out of him, or rock him to sleep with stories and kisses. I want a do over - a retake of our life together - I would have done so many things differently. This is all so much harder when our kids are in an adult sized body, but still acting like a difficult child ten year old. What can you do? Except set the limits - and yes, then we as parents are always the bad guys, the dumb one, the evil entity in their lives. I think my son told me he hated me last night a record amount of times - and you would think that I would be used to it by now - but no. By the twentieth time, I still was momentarily choked up by it, just for a second, but enough to remind me I am still human, and not a robotic limit setting machine. Just for a moment I wanted to scream - "but remember that day, that beautiful sunny day, when you and I, hand in hand, walked for miles down the river catching tadpools? Remember that? I am the same mom!" Do we ever heal? I will leave that question for maybe those of you who have lived through all of this a bit longer. I know for me, that I have to finish writing my book about my difficult child - because for me - writing is purging, healing, and a release that I hope will bring me the healing I need. But that is all I know. I know I will never be the same - and if I ignore my present state I believe I will die a miserable person. My goal will be to take this pain, and somehow turn it around to manifest itself in my being in a new way. My mechanism for doing that, however, is yet to be revealed. [/QUOTE]
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