WearyMom18
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Hi Everyone,
Well it's been an eventful few days to say the least. She got into an argument with my husband on Wednesday evening at the dinner table about the fact that we weren't letting her use our vehicles to go and run around on her day off from work and it went downhill quickly from there. As my husband began to explain why he told her no to using his truck the following day, she immediately went into her room and started throwing clothes in her suitcase. Quicker than I've ever seen someone pack up, she was out the door and literally running down the street pulling her suitcase and carrying other bags as well.
I walked outside and told her that running away wasn't the answer to which she replied, "I am 18 and don't have to live with you if I don't want to. I don't have to put up with you or him and your s**t anymore either." I let her go.
She literally destroyed her phone the day she came back home just a couple of weeks ago so she doesn't have a phone at all anymore. I didn't hear from her for 2 days which I was oddly okay with. Today, she called me and said she needed to get her hat from her job in order to get her paycheck, which she had left in my car. Did I mention that she just stopped showing up to work after the night she left? Nice huh?
I told her she could come and get it. She asked if I would go put it in our mailbox so she wouldn't have to come up to the house. I told her no, that she could come to the house and knock on the door like anyone else. In the middle of that conversation she hung up on me. Of course! I was saying something she didn't like - how dare I? She sent a text immediately asking if I would meet her at the store near our house to give it to her which I didn't respond to. She then text that she would come to the house and get it. She showed up with a girl about her age that I haven't seen before and ask if she could get some of her toiletries and some underwear. I packed a small bag with some of the items I could quickly grab and gave it to her. She never looked me in the face, said nothing, and walked away.
We watched to see which way they turned from our street he was headed. She turned left, which takes her to the only place that she has ever gone in that direction which is the gang-related drug house she was at before she went into rehab. We wanted to see if she was going to staying somewhere locally so we have an idea of how severe our security precautions need to be seeing as though we were robbed by her and those same people that we think she is back with. Guess we got our answer...
This time, I'm angry. I haven't shed a tear and I actually feel a great sense of peace since she left. It's as though all the tension that was hanging in the air since she had been home was gone.
I know there will come a time, weeks down the road that I will feel sad and that is when I have to be prepared to ward off my own temptations to help her..even just a little because I know now that wehhave her a chance to live at home, work and have some safety and security, not to mention guidance and love and she left despite it all. She just stopped showiong up to work, a job that she was truly enjoying, her first job and she was finally earning some money for herself. Just doesn't make sense.
I can imagine that this will probably sound familiar to many of you although there is a part of me that that feels bad for feeling this way...I am glad she is gone. The tension and stress and worry was more intense the last two weeks than ever before and for the first time I can look back and realize that it wasn't working, for her or for us. We have reached a point that we all realize that we cannot live together as a family anymore. She, clearly, has her own ideals, her own ways, her own mind and there is nothing we can do for her anymore to try to guide her in the direction of a better life. she has to choose that for herself...or not. Either way, it's only for her to do now.
I feel at peace, at least for now. I am angry because I have the distinct feeling that she was just waiting for something to hapen that she could use as an excuse to leave again and I can see that now.
I have to go on living, and I feel comfortable now not taking calls or textsfrom her and truly putting some distance between use for a while, until I'm ready.
Wish me luck...
Well it's been an eventful few days to say the least. She got into an argument with my husband on Wednesday evening at the dinner table about the fact that we weren't letting her use our vehicles to go and run around on her day off from work and it went downhill quickly from there. As my husband began to explain why he told her no to using his truck the following day, she immediately went into her room and started throwing clothes in her suitcase. Quicker than I've ever seen someone pack up, she was out the door and literally running down the street pulling her suitcase and carrying other bags as well.
I walked outside and told her that running away wasn't the answer to which she replied, "I am 18 and don't have to live with you if I don't want to. I don't have to put up with you or him and your s**t anymore either." I let her go.
She literally destroyed her phone the day she came back home just a couple of weeks ago so she doesn't have a phone at all anymore. I didn't hear from her for 2 days which I was oddly okay with. Today, she called me and said she needed to get her hat from her job in order to get her paycheck, which she had left in my car. Did I mention that she just stopped showing up to work after the night she left? Nice huh?
I told her she could come and get it. She asked if I would go put it in our mailbox so she wouldn't have to come up to the house. I told her no, that she could come to the house and knock on the door like anyone else. In the middle of that conversation she hung up on me. Of course! I was saying something she didn't like - how dare I? She sent a text immediately asking if I would meet her at the store near our house to give it to her which I didn't respond to. She then text that she would come to the house and get it. She showed up with a girl about her age that I haven't seen before and ask if she could get some of her toiletries and some underwear. I packed a small bag with some of the items I could quickly grab and gave it to her. She never looked me in the face, said nothing, and walked away.
We watched to see which way they turned from our street he was headed. She turned left, which takes her to the only place that she has ever gone in that direction which is the gang-related drug house she was at before she went into rehab. We wanted to see if she was going to staying somewhere locally so we have an idea of how severe our security precautions need to be seeing as though we were robbed by her and those same people that we think she is back with. Guess we got our answer...
This time, I'm angry. I haven't shed a tear and I actually feel a great sense of peace since she left. It's as though all the tension that was hanging in the air since she had been home was gone.
I know there will come a time, weeks down the road that I will feel sad and that is when I have to be prepared to ward off my own temptations to help her..even just a little because I know now that wehhave her a chance to live at home, work and have some safety and security, not to mention guidance and love and she left despite it all. She just stopped showiong up to work, a job that she was truly enjoying, her first job and she was finally earning some money for herself. Just doesn't make sense.
I can imagine that this will probably sound familiar to many of you although there is a part of me that that feels bad for feeling this way...I am glad she is gone. The tension and stress and worry was more intense the last two weeks than ever before and for the first time I can look back and realize that it wasn't working, for her or for us. We have reached a point that we all realize that we cannot live together as a family anymore. She, clearly, has her own ideals, her own ways, her own mind and there is nothing we can do for her anymore to try to guide her in the direction of a better life. she has to choose that for herself...or not. Either way, it's only for her to do now.
I feel at peace, at least for now. I am angry because I have the distinct feeling that she was just waiting for something to hapen that she could use as an excuse to leave again and I can see that now.
I have to go on living, and I feel comfortable now not taking calls or textsfrom her and truly putting some distance between use for a while, until I'm ready.
Wish me luck...