Where Did I Go Wrong
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About 10-days ago Lacey (28, drug user, unemployed, homeless) left town without a word. It's not that I expect her to tell me what she's up to but she had been here for about a week, being helpful, sweet and happy so there was no trigger for her to leave. She had no money (I've stopped giving her any) so I don't know where or how she got the bus ticket but she ended up at some friend's house 250-300k away from here. I happened to be in that city last week and managed to find her in what we offhandedly call a crack-shack, your typical tear-down house with low-or-no-income tenants, and asked her to come back with me but she just laughed and said "well we were just about to have dinner....". I shrugged, said OK, I love you, see you later, and cried all the way home. That's when I found this group and it has done wonders for me just to know that I am not the only mom going through this hell. So Thank You!
Lacey was born with central benign hypotonia, didn't walk until 30 months of age but talked up a storm because she was not mobile and had to ask for what she wanted. A beautiful, smart, funny little girl, an absolute sweetheart. She dealt with the muscle weaknesses like a trooper, avoided contact sports but took ballet and swimming to strengthen her muscles and help with control. She was diagnosed with ADD at age 8 and a severe learning disability at age 12. Her alcoholic father and I divorced when she was 14 and she became the child from hell by age 15 - she hated me for leaving her father and because I had found a new love in my life. She regularly told me she hoped I would drive off the road and die on my way to work and I let it slide because it was easier to suffer her anger in silence. At 15, she reported me to social services because I told her she needed to stay home on a Sunday and do her laundry so she'd have clothes for school. They took her to a women's shelter because there was nowhere else for her to go - no supervision, no curfew, no rules and she was in her glory because I was devastated.
It was a long haul for her but at age 21, she was independent, responsible, living in her own apartment with her own furniture etc and paying all her own bills. I WAS SO PROUD OF MY BABY GIRL! And then along came the man of her dreams, with his alcoholic family, no job, no money, and a gr.8 education. She clung to "him" for 6 years and by the time she was 27 she was living on the streets in a major city, no money, no support system, no food, pawned her jewellery, lost all her furniture and belongings and called me for help. I was so happy that she had finally realized that she needed help to get out of that deep dark hole she had followed "him" into. She was a shadow of her former self but I loved her so much I only wanted to get her safely away from "him". That was Oct.2012 and she is still homeless, jobless, and expects that everything be handed to her on a platter. Mommy will drive her to town, Mommy will pay for her medications, Mommy will let her borrow the cellphone, Mommy will feed her, etc. etc.
Lacey FB'd me a couple of times last week, just to say she missed me (yeah right) and yesterday she called me from her friend's phone to say she might have a ride back to town "today" (yesterday). I was on my way out to an important appointment so I promised to call her back when I got home - which I did, but no answer on her friend's phone. No sign of her yet, no call, no FB.....
That's alot of background but when she does get back - and I know she will find a way - she will no longer be welcome to stay at my home for longer than a weekend. I am determined to stay strong and I will be respected. Call me crazy, but I will pay for her medications (antidepressants) until she gets a job and I will allow her to keep some of the things she has acquired over this past year in the basement closet until she gets her own place in town. I'm pretty sure she ran out of her medications and didn't tell me because she hates taking them, hence the impulsive decision to leave town.
So this is where I need some help. What are the standard "rules" for a difficult child to get another chance? I've already stopped giving her money because I knew she was buying cigarettes and probably the occasional dose of crystal meth and who knows what else.... I love when she comes to visit - I have no other family here and neither does she so I want her to come for dinner once in awhile - for ME not HER. I won't allow her to be disrespectful to me or to my wonderful husband, and to be fair to her, I will not talk socially to her friends (because we always end up talking about her) unless she disappears again. If she wants to continue couch-surfing and not working, is that her choice or do I have to tell her I won't have any contact with her until she figures out her life? It would break my heart to cut her out of my life - right now she IS my life, along with the other adult kids and my husband. For my own well-being, I need her in my life.
I know what some of you are thinking - geeze lady, get your own life and stop living through your kids, but I am very isolated, disabled and struggling with depression and chronic pain. I am trying to change things for myself, to make my life better, but it's not a good time for me to lose my daughter.... Any thoughts? Comments? Boundaries I need to set for me/her? Thanks for reading and understanding... <3
Lacey was born with central benign hypotonia, didn't walk until 30 months of age but talked up a storm because she was not mobile and had to ask for what she wanted. A beautiful, smart, funny little girl, an absolute sweetheart. She dealt with the muscle weaknesses like a trooper, avoided contact sports but took ballet and swimming to strengthen her muscles and help with control. She was diagnosed with ADD at age 8 and a severe learning disability at age 12. Her alcoholic father and I divorced when she was 14 and she became the child from hell by age 15 - she hated me for leaving her father and because I had found a new love in my life. She regularly told me she hoped I would drive off the road and die on my way to work and I let it slide because it was easier to suffer her anger in silence. At 15, she reported me to social services because I told her she needed to stay home on a Sunday and do her laundry so she'd have clothes for school. They took her to a women's shelter because there was nowhere else for her to go - no supervision, no curfew, no rules and she was in her glory because I was devastated.
It was a long haul for her but at age 21, she was independent, responsible, living in her own apartment with her own furniture etc and paying all her own bills. I WAS SO PROUD OF MY BABY GIRL! And then along came the man of her dreams, with his alcoholic family, no job, no money, and a gr.8 education. She clung to "him" for 6 years and by the time she was 27 she was living on the streets in a major city, no money, no support system, no food, pawned her jewellery, lost all her furniture and belongings and called me for help. I was so happy that she had finally realized that she needed help to get out of that deep dark hole she had followed "him" into. She was a shadow of her former self but I loved her so much I only wanted to get her safely away from "him". That was Oct.2012 and she is still homeless, jobless, and expects that everything be handed to her on a platter. Mommy will drive her to town, Mommy will pay for her medications, Mommy will let her borrow the cellphone, Mommy will feed her, etc. etc.
Lacey FB'd me a couple of times last week, just to say she missed me (yeah right) and yesterday she called me from her friend's phone to say she might have a ride back to town "today" (yesterday). I was on my way out to an important appointment so I promised to call her back when I got home - which I did, but no answer on her friend's phone. No sign of her yet, no call, no FB.....
That's alot of background but when she does get back - and I know she will find a way - she will no longer be welcome to stay at my home for longer than a weekend. I am determined to stay strong and I will be respected. Call me crazy, but I will pay for her medications (antidepressants) until she gets a job and I will allow her to keep some of the things she has acquired over this past year in the basement closet until she gets her own place in town. I'm pretty sure she ran out of her medications and didn't tell me because she hates taking them, hence the impulsive decision to leave town.
So this is where I need some help. What are the standard "rules" for a difficult child to get another chance? I've already stopped giving her money because I knew she was buying cigarettes and probably the occasional dose of crystal meth and who knows what else.... I love when she comes to visit - I have no other family here and neither does she so I want her to come for dinner once in awhile - for ME not HER. I won't allow her to be disrespectful to me or to my wonderful husband, and to be fair to her, I will not talk socially to her friends (because we always end up talking about her) unless she disappears again. If she wants to continue couch-surfing and not working, is that her choice or do I have to tell her I won't have any contact with her until she figures out her life? It would break my heart to cut her out of my life - right now she IS my life, along with the other adult kids and my husband. For my own well-being, I need her in my life.
I know what some of you are thinking - geeze lady, get your own life and stop living through your kids, but I am very isolated, disabled and struggling with depression and chronic pain. I am trying to change things for myself, to make my life better, but it's not a good time for me to lose my daughter.... Any thoughts? Comments? Boundaries I need to set for me/her? Thanks for reading and understanding... <3