Well here's my 2 cents worth.
Successfully detaching from our adult children's chaotic lives takes time. It's not something that can be done overnight. It starts with one small step of realizing that you do need to detach.
I think it's very important to listen to the logical part us and not just listen to our hearts.
My son has been causing chaos in my life since he was a young teen. During the time I was dealing with his truancy from school, running away, lying and stealing, I was diagnosed with cancer.
My oncologist was a gem! He knew all the ugly stuff that I was having to deal with concerning my son. He stressed to me over and over how I needed to learn how to control the stress in my life. He reminded me that stress is very bad for our physical health. His words have stuck with me for the past 24 years.
I learned that I needed to put myself first. If we don't take care of ourselves then we are in no condition to take care of others.
I was given a 50/50 chance of survival. I decided that however much time I was allowed to have on this earth needed to matter. I found that exercise was a great stress reliever. I also started seeking out things that I enjoyed, making floral arrangements, taking bike rides, going for drives on a Sunday afternoon, rummaging through antique stores. I started taking care of me. I started putting myself first for a change. Again, this didn't happen overnight, it was a process. Finding "me", acknowledging that I matter has helped so much. I think as parents, especially mothers, it's easy to lose our identities. We are little Johnny or Susie's mom. Taking back our lives and our identities is crucial in detaching.
I have also learned when it comes to my son, I need to listen to my logic not my heart.
One of the first things I did to help myself when the "guilt" would set in was to stop seeing my son as my little boy. When we see our adult children as little children it's so very easy to slip into "mommy mode" and think that we have to make everything okay for them. I started seeing my son as the grown man he was.
I changed the way I saw my relationship with him. I'm his mother I am not his rescuer. I nurtured him when he was young, I taught him right from wrong, I instilled a strong work ethic. I had envisioned a certain life for him. It was my vision, not his. I had to accept that he was choosing to live a life that I didn't want for him.
Now, when he reaches out to me wanting something, I remind myself of all the past pain, chaos and drama. I remind myself of all the money I have spent trying to help him. I remind myself that I have been down this road too many times with him and nothing I have done for him has ever resulted in him making better choices. I remind myself that I do not have to get sucked into his chaos and drama. With that, I am able to let it go. I do not hold onto guilt and I do not allow him to place guilt on me. When he asks for something I simply tell him no. I do not engage in conversation with him about my decision. I do not owe him an explanation.
She is very good at playing the victim.
Every difficult adult child is very good at playing the victim. My son can put on one heck of a pity party.
Remember, they do this on purpose. They are counting on us to feel sorry for them.
She is borderline and no matter how much I do, I am the bad guy.
After all the time I have spent on this forum, I wonder if my son is also borderline. My son is the same way, no matter how much I do for him it's not enough. Around 10 years ago when my son was being released from prison, I flew out to the state he was in, flew him back to the town I live in. I knew there was no way he could live with us so my husband and I purchased a house for him to live in. It was a foreclosure and needed lots of work which my husband and I did. The house turned out really nice if I do say so myself. Our son didn't want to live there while we did the renovations. He was living there rent free, we bought his groceries, clothes, cell phone, and it wasn't good enough.
Nothing we do will ever be good enough. So the simple truth is, we stop doing for them. Let them do for themselves. If they suffer from their own choices that's on them not us.
Hang in there.