Sam, I am so very sorry for your heartache.
You have done so much for your daughter, surely, there is much much more to your story than what you have posted.
I too have family members who are shocked that I would "allow" my adult daughter to be homeless. Honestly, there are times I wonder myself......... start to second guess......then memories come flooding back......to the many times we tried to "help" to no avail, no change in lifestyle for our daughter, chaos within our home.
At times,
I vacillate on an emotional seesaw, my Rain is in rough shape right now, hobbling on a badly swollen, infected ankle. She has refused to get medical help. I can only encourage her to look after her health, but, I can't force an adult to do anything she doesn't want to do. She has been in degraded situations, abusive boyfriends......beaten.......
That's the hardest part isn't it? Our love for them, the choices they make, the consequences they suffer, in turn we suffer, vs, our best hopes and dreams for them.
Having my daughter at home just did not press a magic button to make any of that happen. Because it was not what she wanted. She wanted to "party".
I don't know if well meaning, shocked relatives understand the hell all of this is..... having them out there with their "party friends", having them home living as they choose.
Goodness Sam.....ill enough for hospice care? I can't imagine the grief you are going through and the God awful conundrum of this decision you must make to keep your home peaceable, to protect yourself and your younger children.
You brought your daughter back into your home and tried to help her. She decided to leave.
Our homes are not pit stops with revolving doors.
As I write this, I am remembering the feeling that an emotional tornado ripped through my household, physically, mentally and spiritually, each time my two came and went. I am thinking of the many times I have been tempted to open my door again, only to be jolted back to reality by the imagery of my then 14 year old boy curled up on my bed crying over the last craziness......then I finally realized he had been enduring this...this....... stuff.......his entire life and it wasn't fair to him at all. Throughout those times in our home, his sisters did not try to help themselves, or live a lifestyle that respected the rest of the households right to peace and comfort in our home.
Turn our backs on our children?
No, no, no we did not Sam, do such a thing. Somehow, our adult children turned their backs on the way we raised them, on the lives we lived. They chose party friends and living a wild, lawless, unruly life. They chose homelessness and drug use. When the going gets tough, we suddenly become their go to, at a very heavy, unacceptable price to us and our homes. There is no respect, contribution or even gratitude for the help, just this continued feeling of entitlement, no matter what they do. I don't know if my two have even given a thought to what we have endured all of these years?
Dear sweet warrior mom and sister, mental illness, lack of clarity due to substance abuse, even terminal illness does not give a person the right to treat their loved ones as rugs to be tread upon.
You have made a very difficult decision, but I believe the right one for you and your young children. There is help out there for your daughter. And my two.
My heart goes out to you and yours.
Keep posting, it really helps.
Please let us know how you are doing.
Many warm hugs to you.
Leafy