Whiff, you expressed that so well. One day your son will be where you are now, children grown and flown, then he will know how you felt. Life is really too precious to let an ungrateful, entitled child bring you down, I am determined that from this day on I will make a conscious effort not to shed another tear, concentrate on my life as I have wasted too many years on a d that simply doesn’t care. Derbyshire I felt the same as you, my husband and best friend, never let me down, put me first but my daughter I feel has betrayed my love, been cruel and selfish. I can never see her other than she has become, that lovely girl I had has gone. As the Bard said “Sharper than a servants tooth is an ungrateful child” You treat a stranger better, many times I have been lifted up one as I do hope I have done for others.
I wish I could get angry, somehow I can’t, I get hurt, dwell on things, feel a range of emotions but never anger, was told that was one stage of grief, but not for me.
Purple Pixie, how are you supposed to toughen up, what a silly thing to say, are you supposed to flick a switch to turn off feelings?