Even though I am very much at the beginning of this (my daughter is only 18 and the "adult" thing as well as the difficult child thing are fairly new to us), i've been plagued witht his very same quesiton for some time.
I guess there's not a recipe for us to follow, so we have to lean on each other, learn form each other and know that we know our difficult children best. Fromt here, we have to follow our instincts. Wish it were a little more cut and dried? Me, too.
Lately, my difficult child (who, for most of her life, was quite attached to me) wants little or nothing to do with me. Her biggest beef of late is that i would not release her savings account (transferrred from joint to my name when she left college, got into a car with a guy she'd met three weeks before on the Internet, went across state lines and declard she was leaving school to live with her love) so she, jobless and in debt, could go live with her "boyfriend" in North Carolina
Get a job. Work and start paying off your debts. I'll release your funds so you can buy a car. Lather, rinse, repeat.
She's furious, but she's safe at her dad's (who is now guardian of the funds, as I transferred them to him, and is saying the same thing). She spends her days watching tv, playing on the internet and lollingin the sun.
I will be moving back to my home in May following a devasting house fire in October. She plans to move back, but she's in for a BIG shock. No job? Good morning, daughter! It is 8:00, at 9:00 y ou will be going out to paint the fence, the shed, the garage doors, the porch rails .... for six hours a day five days a week. There is grass to cut, and gardens to weed and a great deal of unpacking to do. Pay you? I think not. There's a roof over your head and a full pantry. Be grateful. Like it better at dads? You can come for the weeknds then. And you'll still cut the grass.
That, my dear, is known as work.
Don't like it? Get a job.
And I know none of this will be easy, but it's my plan for now. My heart will always be open to her. She will always be my daughter and, in this case for now at least, will always be welcome in my home (living by the rules).
I realized recently that, in the parable of the Prodigal Son, the father doesn't go looking for him. He doesn't send him bus money....but, when the son returns, contrite and ready to contribute, he is welcomed. Makes sense to me.
Sorry for the long ramblel.....
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