Oh, I so know what you mean. I never ever stopped loving my daughter when she took drugs, but my son who has disowned us for no reason that we know of and who won't tell us why--I feel very detached from him. It's like he's not the child I raised and loved, but a stranger. One day I'm sure we'll see each other again, but it will be strained. He's not a cuddly person and will likely make us see him on his terms, which, in of itself, isn't endearing. We've grown apart. I will always love him, but I feel the light fading--that intense Mother Love--because I have to protect myself and I have four other kids (plus a grandson-to-be) who will WANT my love.
