SK, post is filled with truth. It is much easier to detach from anyone except the child we tried to protect. I think about how crazy I was before FB. I literally ravaged her room over and over again looking for clues of...? Not sure what. Signs of danger. I ran and drove the streets at nightly when she was late. I called her friends, when I had no idea where she was. It didn't help. She was a step ahead of me. Her friends were mum
But the one day came when she had been trusted to babysit the dogs and stay two nights home alone...and we trusted her to do so because she was old enough (19), we loved her and trusted her and wanted to believe that she had quit..............
and when we came home a day early and surprised her...and when both of us plus our two little kids under ten saw a house full of frightening l looking guys and girls and a big bowl of pills...I snapped.
That was MY rock bottom. My trust in her totally eroded and I felt my smaller kids hugging me and crying in fear. It was them I needed to protect from these dangerous looking people...and from her, their friend and fellow addict. I had had it. This drug game I'd tried to control had been playing out since she'd been twelve. And she'd lied and lied and worse.
There comes a point, if it goes on long enough, or if they suddenly cross a line, that even the most loving mother snaps..or she decides to stay all in and she goes down with her adult child. There is a living death until you are certain which path to take. I think we would have hung in longer if we had not had young kids to also think about. But we did.
I am glad we reached our rock bottom so that our daughter could reach hers and change. Our parental rock bottoms are all differing, but even the most loving parent can decide to stop, both for them and for us. But that time is different for everyone. And some parents still care for addicted kids when the "kids"are 60. I've read it right here.
It is all about us and what we think is best AND are able to do
