I have to let go of her stuff.
Good job, mom.
When our daughter was homeless in the night in the middle of a Minnesota blizzard and called crying that her feet were freezing and other horrible, unbelievable things (still get that numb feeling when I think about that night).
Where was I going with this.
We said no.
Neither of us slept, that night.
We began trying to rent her a place to stay for the six weeks or so until we would be back in Minnesota.
And we learned she and her people had been blacklisted from even the worst dives in that city. So, had we charged the hotel room to our account for those three blizzard nights...all the homeless would have been in there and it would have been destroyed and wrecked and we would have had to pay for it.
I still cannot believe all these things happened to us.
PTSD.
I get into that shockey, kind of numb place when I think about it, I mean.
I think we cannot avoid it.
The situations our children find themselves in are so dire, and there is nothing we can do for them that does not spiral them further into their addictions.
I wish I could help you face it, somehow.
Our daughter did live.
Nothing froze. Toes or anything, I mean.
Thank you all so very very much - my husband asks me every evening if I'm posting regularly and listening to what all of you are saying.
I know. This site and the people on it have become a regular part of our dinner conversation, too.
I am grateful. There have been so few times when anyone could understand what was happening to all of us. I am ~ I wonder whether I would ever have healed as I have, without this site.
I think the answer is no.
What we go through as we trail after our self-destructive or addicted kids is just so awful.
I read him your responses and he silent claps the whole time in total agreeance. I know he wants to say, 'I told you so!' but he doesn't because he knows how hard it's been to stop the co-dependency and detach from her.
My D H too. Only he doesn't silent clap. He like, dances on the table shouting all about "I told you so."
It's the Italian in him, I think.
But he is also less judgmental than I am, and more accepting of where the kids are today. I am still so freaking shocked at the way everything turned out that I have to kind of walk all around what really happened like it never really happened. D H is like "No difference. Love 'em. They're my kids. Don't have to see them often or hear from them all the time. Hope they do well. Got my own life."
So, that's a pretty good way to be.
Cedar