I'm confused, I'm not trying to take on responsibility for her actions, just grumbling how my life ended up where it has. I have a husband who is some days the best spouse I could hope for and other days I have to watch that I don't step on hidden land mines and set him off. A mostly wonderful daughter who sporadically lives in a delusional world and it breaks my hearts to watch, I buried a son, had my precious best friend (my beloved boxer) beaten to death, and have 2 step-sons who are criminals in training. I think the fact that I'm still coherent means I'm basically handling things pretty well.
I'm actually rejoicing that my daughter is currently living in reality and taking responsibility and actions to correct her mistakes. When she didn't show up for court I was saddened, I don't think any mother relishes the thought of seeing their child in handcuffs. And while I know she made choices to get here, I'm not sure I will ever completely let go of the fact that I am the one who chose to marry the man that abused her so badly resulting in her creating this fictional world she sometimes choses to live in. I left him when she was a baby and fought like hell to protect her from him. But I'm her mother, and he still hurt her.
