NiceDream
Starfire57 I read you say your relationship isn't estranged yet and your daughter is in therapy. Maybe she just needs time to process that and get through it. Therapy can be a place where everything comes out, big or small and while all that pain is coming out at once, it is all the same pain. Over time it will be placed where it belongs, separated into compartments and dealt with as it was.
I know this because I have been there and went to therapy in a great deal of pain. Unfortunately in my case it was my upbringing that had caused the most pain and it was abuse but I wasn't really aware of that when I started therapy.
But for you, you said your daughter went through some trauma unrelated to you and therapists do tend to look to childhood to start at the beginning because that is where their patient started.
Maybe if you can be supportive and understanding, listen to what your daughter is saying, it will help her to resolve those compartments faster so that she has more time in therapy to find the issues.
I understand that might be painful for you to find her childhood and therefore your parenting examined like this but the real issue is that your daughter is struggling enough to need therapy and there is simply a process to that she needs to go through.
I think the outcome could be that you both have a healthier relationship at the end but you have to be willing to have all those boxes opened and smaller issues dealt with before the bigger picture is apparent and healed.
I want to say, I truly appreciate your advice, and it's very well thought out. I had hoped she would end up doing what you said and sort it out. She isn't in therapy anymore, but she has a friend who I've found out influences her tremendiously and does not like me.
I can't fathom why, other than through the years before anything happened, she saw how close my daughter and I were. She and her mother were not. I chalk it up to jealously. Come to find out, she was jealous of her siblings too and seems also, she projected that onto my daughter.
My daughter and my other adult child seem to be ok with each other, but she claims I gave the other more attention, which is far from the truth, but memories can be tricky in childhood. I remember different types of attention to each, but she did get most of my time.
I think the whole processs of the event, plus the therapy and the friend, just hardened my daughter to me.
She used to be a great daughter and I adored her. But now she isn't the same.
She's a horrible, uncaring distant person now and unfortunately, I think it's permanent.
I really think part of her heart was destroyed. I also think, when someone goes through something so rejecting and humiliating, it's an instinct to reject your past self and everything attached to that, really. And it makes sense, I am the one intimantly attached to her past life, giving birth and raising her I think qualifies to being the closest thing to her existance back then.
She has done that rejection with me, and I have seen a partial rejection of other family members, but just not as severe....plus, a lot of them have their own lives so they don't notice like I do. But they do care and are family, I've been able to hide a lot of her attitude from them because they might get offended..
I confided in my brother. Boy, did he have some words about her......he sounded just like my departed mom for a moment there, so supportive and just so incredibly angry at the treatment I've gotten.
But I have grandkids so he understood I wouldn't just walk away, as he suggested.
I had hope for awhile, pressed on trying to take interest in her new life, being there, try to reassure her with her raising of her kids, supportive of a new boyfriend despite the fact he could care less who her family is.
She had other boyfriends who really liked us and it seemed the kiss of death for them. I kinda knew it too, when I realized she was getting more distant with me.
I would try to take her places, treat her, but as time went on, one excuse after another. I would do her dishes when visiting, ask what I could do to help ,when all I was really there for were grandkids. But I would dig in to anything she needed.
She started rejecting that help, for example, would critisize how I washed dishes (ONE time, a little something was stuck on a dish I didn't notice)
I've given up the hope I once had.
Now she cut visits, limiting them to just my house on a Saturday, I can't go over to hers anymore except maybe once in awhile she said. I even asked, perhaps just 2 times a month, or once, and she said no. Well, summer's here and I don't see what hectic schedules there are, so I'm goiing to start asking.
I actually only went for a few hours once a week there and would bring dinner. Now it's too much of a hassle as she put it, kids don't focus on that days' chores. They get off schedule. Suddenly, after 8 years?
Lies. That's all she spouted. The kids would do chores while I sat on my phone, then I would get about an hour of play with them, then order dinner and be out before book time. They never got off schedule as she claimed. I made sure to leave in plenty of time.
In the past, I'd be able to come early and stay for books, sometimes she'd have me read. I loved doing that, but slowly that also got cut out, before eventually cutting out the entire visit.
I really think the jealous friend told her I shouldn't be included in such things, even just once a week.
Because otherwise, why did she just start cutting out everything, especially when I knew we were ok, that I was doing things she wanted. Idk, no other explanation.
This has left me bitter. I love the grandkids and she's slowly pushed me out, but like I said, not entirely, not yet anyway.
I worry she will. I give her no excuses, do her rules no matter how petty. But she gave no real reason that made sense for cutting out the weekday visit. I hadn't done anything wrong according to her.
That just tore it. I tried so hard. So I think, in my heart, I'm done with her. Because clearly, in her heart, she's done with me.
If not for other family, my husband and other adult child, I'm pretty sure she'd go all out estrangement.
That hurts, after all the care and love she got since she was born.
It actually feels like she died to me. Because she's definately not the girl I raised and knew all the way up to a few years ago.
I'm hurt, but anger is really starting to take over. Well, I guess that's a survival instinct, isn't it? Best not to cry all the time.
Again, I really appreciate your perspective, but frankly, I've given up.