I’m taking a break from my daughter for a while. I don’t
know how long that while will be, but I just about can’t handle her anymore. I
can’t really tell anyone because they just won’t understand and will probably
judge me as a failure as a mother, so I’m limited to this blog. I’m feeling
grateful that I had the forethought to do this when my disappointments and
despair first began.
As I may have mentioned, she’s planning to move to another
city and took a week-long trip there with her best friend, a sweet gay young man
who puts up with her crap and still loves her. He deserves an award for taking
a road trip with her and not killing her and hiding the body along the
interstate. They took the 20 or so hour (each way) drive together, and planned
out their route and accommodations. I figured that meant she had the money
somehow or he did, but I still put some emergency money in an account I let her
use—clearly my enabler funds—without mentioning it.
I didn’t tell her about it until she actually asked if I
could loan her a little money (after she had already left; what a surprise),
but I said it was only for “just in case” situations. She turned on the charm
and thanked me and assured me that’s what she’d use it for, and proceeded to
tell me how excited she was to be on her way. I’ve been very supportive of this
trip and her starting over and asked to be kept in the loop. She did an OK job
of it, but I’m smart enough to know that she probably did some stupid things
while there.