I feel for you, when my daughter moved out three years ago after I confronted her about all her lies I was numb. When I cleaned out her room, the pain was worse than when I had to pack all my husband's things up after he was killed. I remember feeling like part of me had died.
What I didn't know was that she wasn't done with me, and not realizing that she wasn't just being a regular moody teenager, I took her back when she wanted to come back home. This time was not as hard, I took all her pictures down and put them away, I gathered all her school work she had stored downstairs and it went to the bonfire pit out back. I want no reminders of her left in my home. As cruel as this sounds, I don't want anything more to do with her, she is outside my life and she is staying there. The day she sat at the end of my street with my oldest son and watched the police arrest me and put me in the back of the cruiser killed any hope I had of her and I ever having some sort of relationship. Her standing on the street in front of my house after they had taken me away and laughing sealed her fate with me... I'm done being hurt by her.
Dancer |