lately I just feel so lost. My daughter and I used to be so close, and now it’s like she’s a stranger. I don’t know what I did wrong, and it’s breaking my heart.
We used to talk every day. She’d tell me everything—school troubles, friends, work, even things most kids probably don’t share with their moms. She always said I was the one person who understood her. When she was little, she’d crawl into bed with me when she was scared, and even as she got older, she’d still come to me when something was bothering her. We had our own little routines—breakfast out on Sundays, shopping trips, long phone calls at night. Even when she was off at college, we’d talk like nothing had changed.
I thought we were lucky. I thought we were close the way families are supposed to be.
Then things started to shift.
About a year and a half ago, she started seeing a therapist—I guess for stress or anxiety. I thought it would help her. I never imagined it would push us apart. At first it was small things—less phone calls, shorter replies. Then it turned into missed holidays, ignored messages. Suddenly I felt like I was walking on eggshells, like anything I said would set her off.
I tried to reach out—letters, little gifts, notes trying to explain how much I love her—but she just kept pulling further away. It’s like there’s this wall between us now, and I don’t know who built it or why. She keeps her distance, and I keep trying to understand what happened. I’ve racked my brain trying to remember if I said something hurtful, if I did something wrong. All I ever wanted was to be close. I thought that’s what being a good mom meant—being there, always.
I can’t help but feel like this therapist she’s been talking to must’ve twisted things around. Like somehow the good memories we had got turned into something else in her head. I don’t recognize her anymore. She’s colder. Harder. It’s like her heart shut off and I don’t know how to reach it again.
I’m trying not to take it personally, but how can I not? I feel like I’m being punished for caring too much. Is that wrong now? Is that something people are supposed to grow out of—loving their family?
If anyone else has gone through something like this, please tell me. I feel like I’m mourning someone who’s still alive, and I don’t know how to carry that.
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