meowbunny
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My child is moving out on Friday. I'm happy and sad. The joy of no drama is a good thing. The pain and loneliness of her not here is overwhelming.
She has today and tomorrow off. Today, she had to go sign the lease on the apartment. Tomorrow, she has to do the run through, meet with roomie and make a list of what all they have and what they need. All well and good and totally understood.
I had planned to fix her favorite dinner tonight. She calls me at 3:30 to tell me she's going over to her roomie's parents' to celebrate his mom's birthday. I feel petty and selfish but I'm really and truly hurt.
I didn't rate enough for her to get up early on Easter Sunday so we could at least have breakfast together (she had to work a double) -- that one she actually told me. Well, not me, personally, just that it didn't seem like worth the effort to get up at 8:00 am just to eat breakfast.
I should have expected it. I'm sure part of it is punishment for not letting her use the car. Another part is that parties are fun. But, darn it, it hurts.
Is there ever a time that I get to come first in her thoughts? She has tremendous empathy for everyone else. I get treated like dirt while she lets the rest of world walk all over her. I know I wouldn't be as hurt if it was going off to be with a friend, but to go to someone else's parents ....
She has today and tomorrow off. Today, she had to go sign the lease on the apartment. Tomorrow, she has to do the run through, meet with roomie and make a list of what all they have and what they need. All well and good and totally understood.
I had planned to fix her favorite dinner tonight. She calls me at 3:30 to tell me she's going over to her roomie's parents' to celebrate his mom's birthday. I feel petty and selfish but I'm really and truly hurt.
I didn't rate enough for her to get up early on Easter Sunday so we could at least have breakfast together (she had to work a double) -- that one she actually told me. Well, not me, personally, just that it didn't seem like worth the effort to get up at 8:00 am just to eat breakfast.
I should have expected it. I'm sure part of it is punishment for not letting her use the car. Another part is that parties are fun. But, darn it, it hurts.
Is there ever a time that I get to come first in her thoughts? She has tremendous empathy for everyone else. I get treated like dirt while she lets the rest of world walk all over her. I know I wouldn't be as hurt if it was going off to be with a friend, but to go to someone else's parents ....