JaneBetty
Active Member
I have a little bit of an update. It has been almost three months since our Difficult Child was forced to leave our home.
My youngest daughter came home for a visit a few days ago and reached out to Difficult Child through texting and an eventual meeting.
Based upon the text messages between them that youngest daughter let me read, I could tell that things had not really changed as far as how Difficult Child is thinking. Difficult Child wanted youngest daughter to bring a winter coat to her. I had already arranged, through a mutual family friend, to have that coat and other winter items delivered to Difficult Child weeks ago. Difficult Child insisted that she didn't have any winter clothing and said that I was lying about having the coat!
The eventual meeting between Difficult Child and youngest daughter was at a shopping mall. Difficult Child didn't greet youngest daughter when she pulled up, Difficult Child just strode across the parking lot towards the mall, expecting youngest daughter to follow. Youngest daughter has become accustomed to this type of treatment and stayed in her car and Difficult Child eventually came back and they were able to talk some.
Turns out that Difficult Child had been living with a young man and his family, and the family doesn't want Difficult Child around anymore. According to Difficult Child, everyone gets on HER nerves, all her friends are annoying, and no one believes Difficult Child that she is taking her medications, and besides, the medications don't work!
Somehow, she still has two cats. I noticed a $125 vet bill came through her credit union statement. And a $25 grooming bill. At this point, her expenditures are from her savings account that she is slowly emptying out.
So much of her daily existence is a mystery in some ways, yet I can imagine what is going on. She is resilient in an odd way, able to sweet talk herself into other's lives until the people around her reach the end of their patience.
We are getting ready to head south for a few months and I'm sort of resigned to the thought that she may try to break into our house at some point. It wouldn't be too hard, it's an old house. She showed up here the other week with a girl in tow and simply walked through the garage and into the basement. She wanted to give her friend a lamp from her pile of belongings. Spoke to my surprised husband like nothing was amiss, then later bashed him as a "creep" in a text message to our mutual family friend.
My youngest daughter came home for a visit a few days ago and reached out to Difficult Child through texting and an eventual meeting.
Based upon the text messages between them that youngest daughter let me read, I could tell that things had not really changed as far as how Difficult Child is thinking. Difficult Child wanted youngest daughter to bring a winter coat to her. I had already arranged, through a mutual family friend, to have that coat and other winter items delivered to Difficult Child weeks ago. Difficult Child insisted that she didn't have any winter clothing and said that I was lying about having the coat!
The eventual meeting between Difficult Child and youngest daughter was at a shopping mall. Difficult Child didn't greet youngest daughter when she pulled up, Difficult Child just strode across the parking lot towards the mall, expecting youngest daughter to follow. Youngest daughter has become accustomed to this type of treatment and stayed in her car and Difficult Child eventually came back and they were able to talk some.
Turns out that Difficult Child had been living with a young man and his family, and the family doesn't want Difficult Child around anymore. According to Difficult Child, everyone gets on HER nerves, all her friends are annoying, and no one believes Difficult Child that she is taking her medications, and besides, the medications don't work!
Somehow, she still has two cats. I noticed a $125 vet bill came through her credit union statement. And a $25 grooming bill. At this point, her expenditures are from her savings account that she is slowly emptying out.
So much of her daily existence is a mystery in some ways, yet I can imagine what is going on. She is resilient in an odd way, able to sweet talk herself into other's lives until the people around her reach the end of their patience.
We are getting ready to head south for a few months and I'm sort of resigned to the thought that she may try to break into our house at some point. It wouldn't be too hard, it's an old house. She showed up here the other week with a girl in tow and simply walked through the garage and into the basement. She wanted to give her friend a lamp from her pile of belongings. Spoke to my surprised husband like nothing was amiss, then later bashed him as a "creep" in a text message to our mutual family friend.