Something seems to have gotten terribly miscommunicated here and I'm not sure what. When I posted this it was because too much was hitting me too fast and I was grumbling about choices I've made and circumstances beyond my control that have gotten me so far off track from where I want to be. The simple fact is I do have some responsibility for the choices I made that have led to my daughter's issues. I have to accept that. My husband was being a jerk that day, and his kids are extremely problematic almost every day. I picked my current husband, and I've allowed him and his kids to bulldoze over me. There is no way around it, I've made really, really bad choices and I'm trying to remedy those.
I don't see where being sad that my daughter missed her arraignment means I was taking on her responsibility. When she first asked for help I told her she was on her own. I did nothing to intervene on her behalf. Even after telling her that she came to my house and started making efforts to fix her mess. Why am I wrong for being happy about that?
My daughter has come out of her delusional world before, and she seems to be coming out of it again. When did joy for what progress she is making become such a bad thing? I'm sorry if I'm not in the place where you think I should be. Advice is always appreciated, but if this is a soft place to land. I'm glad I didn't find a bumpy one.
