TheWalrus
I Am The Walrus
I didn't call. I am too vulnerable, too raw. I expect her verbal abuse, assaults, judgments, but I cannot take it from people who know nothing about me or the situation. My stomach has been a ball of knots since the message. They tried again.
Hubs is different. It made him angry to see me so upset so he did call. It doesn't bother him what anyone thinks. Turns out she lied. She was kicked out of her last place and for whatever reason, is saying WE kicked her out. I guess it gets more sympathy to say your parents kicked you out once you are grown bc no one else is really responsible for you (although, why your parents are, I don't know.).
He honored my wishes and did not tell them anything personal; just made it clear that we had set boundaries she refuses to meet and that is why she cannot be here. They seemed understanding but wanted to know personal details as to what exactly her issues are. (I was right - she had told them NOTHING - they don't know about the drugs or the psychological issues.) Hubs told them that was personal and they needed to talk to her. They admitted they were afraid she would lie and he told them that was a possibility - she had lied to us about this entire situation.
They don't want her there. My husband put it in their court: you need to tell her that and let her make arrangements. Make that clear to HER. He also told them to contact him, not me, which is a huge load off of me. He also made it clear that we didn't want to know details of what had happened to her last arrangement; that it was her business and hers to take care of.
He is amazing and protective and supportive, and he gets it. He usually lets me take the lead but when I am done or overwhelmed or just have nothing left, he always comes in and takes off the pressure in any way he can. I could not do this without him and count myself fortunate that we are on the same page with our daughter.
They will see quickly and I hate that for them. I hate it for her that she is just ok, taking what she can for the moment, then moving on to the next couch, the next temporary fix, never really wanting to get better. It literally breaks my heart.
Thank you all. You are right - I cannot let her keep dragging me in. She is smart and it sometimes seems has a never-ending supply of ways to tug my strings, and like a marionette, she gets my heart and emotions dancing like a fool.
Hubs is different. It made him angry to see me so upset so he did call. It doesn't bother him what anyone thinks. Turns out she lied. She was kicked out of her last place and for whatever reason, is saying WE kicked her out. I guess it gets more sympathy to say your parents kicked you out once you are grown bc no one else is really responsible for you (although, why your parents are, I don't know.).
He honored my wishes and did not tell them anything personal; just made it clear that we had set boundaries she refuses to meet and that is why she cannot be here. They seemed understanding but wanted to know personal details as to what exactly her issues are. (I was right - she had told them NOTHING - they don't know about the drugs or the psychological issues.) Hubs told them that was personal and they needed to talk to her. They admitted they were afraid she would lie and he told them that was a possibility - she had lied to us about this entire situation.
They don't want her there. My husband put it in their court: you need to tell her that and let her make arrangements. Make that clear to HER. He also told them to contact him, not me, which is a huge load off of me. He also made it clear that we didn't want to know details of what had happened to her last arrangement; that it was her business and hers to take care of.
He is amazing and protective and supportive, and he gets it. He usually lets me take the lead but when I am done or overwhelmed or just have nothing left, he always comes in and takes off the pressure in any way he can. I could not do this without him and count myself fortunate that we are on the same page with our daughter.
They will see quickly and I hate that for them. I hate it for her that she is just ok, taking what she can for the moment, then moving on to the next couch, the next temporary fix, never really wanting to get better. It literally breaks my heart.
Thank you all. You are right - I cannot let her keep dragging me in. She is smart and it sometimes seems has a never-ending supply of ways to tug my strings, and like a marionette, she gets my heart and emotions dancing like a fool.