Excitement: I hope and pray that THIS TIME she’ll make her
life work. There are lots of good jobs here and it’s reasonably affordable to
live here if you have a roommate. She also grew up here, so she knows the place
and might even still have some friends. Maybe she’ll go to the dentist, the
doctor, a hairstylist, let me take her shopping for new clothes and things for
her home. . . . Wait, stop it. You’ve done all those things before, many times,
and she is no further along than when she was 18. Do you really want to do this
AGAIN?
Fear: I worry incessantly that she’ll have an issue with her
boyfriend, they’ll break up again, and she’ll be on the streets or do even more
self-medicating than she already does. She’s unfortunately a follower, and can’t
seem to take control of her relationship or her place within it. If they fight,
she retreats, becomes angry, and bails. Then I can’t find her and I’m back to
worrying that she’ll take her own life.
