Acacia
Well-Known Member
So, I have held my ground by not allowing my 37 year old, borderline daughter to move in with us with her two children after she chose to be in another awful relationship and we have resuced her for over a decade. This time we bought her a car, provided money for two months rent, and offered to help with treatment, but she thinks she has no problem.
My husband, her step dad, has been handling things, and I have kept my distance after continuous verbal attacks. She has a temporary place, but has no money left, no child support, etc.
She will not allow me to see my grandchildren. She has been trying to sell a car of hers in bad shape that is one our property, so her children were on the front lawn. She came over to tell me that I am a disgusting, horrible person, and that when I die, she'll dance on my grave. She said she hasn't eaten for a day and a half, has no money, and on and on. Said as soon as car is sold, I will never see my grandchildren again. The children heard everything as well as the cable guy who was fixing our tv. She said I was inhumane not to take her in. Then she started telling the cable guy a bunch of lies about me. When he came into the house to finish the job, and I told him what was going on, he said, "I think you're doing the right thing, and I can tell you're a good person." I needed that in the moment.
I don't want her to suffer, but her problem isn't homelessness - her problem is her continued insistence on doing things her way then expecting to be rescued, her sense of entitlement, her verbal abuse and lack of gratititude, her involving her children in conflict, and on, and on.
I am kind of shell-shocked, though not surprised. Just tired, and so very sad.
My husband, her step dad, has been handling things, and I have kept my distance after continuous verbal attacks. She has a temporary place, but has no money left, no child support, etc.
She will not allow me to see my grandchildren. She has been trying to sell a car of hers in bad shape that is one our property, so her children were on the front lawn. She came over to tell me that I am a disgusting, horrible person, and that when I die, she'll dance on my grave. She said she hasn't eaten for a day and a half, has no money, and on and on. Said as soon as car is sold, I will never see my grandchildren again. The children heard everything as well as the cable guy who was fixing our tv. She said I was inhumane not to take her in. Then she started telling the cable guy a bunch of lies about me. When he came into the house to finish the job, and I told him what was going on, he said, "I think you're doing the right thing, and I can tell you're a good person." I needed that in the moment.
I don't want her to suffer, but her problem isn't homelessness - her problem is her continued insistence on doing things her way then expecting to be rescued, her sense of entitlement, her verbal abuse and lack of gratititude, her involving her children in conflict, and on, and on.
I am kind of shell-shocked, though not surprised. Just tired, and so very sad.
