I love my daughter, I except her for what she is. She's just lovely. She's affectionate good fun and I know she loves me. But and its a big BUT I just cannot get my head around her life style choice. She doesn't know this, or perhaps she does and she doesn't care. It could be either knowing her. We were estranged 20 years ago but I worked hard to keep contact and things have been good for around 15+ years. We said at the time that we'd both had to rebuild our relationship almost from scratch and we're close now. She's recently been in a minor skirmish with the law and thinks it's funny. Her life is messy and chaotic at times. I'm horrified. She has two grown up sons and being really honest their a little damaged. It really hurts me to say this but she wasn't a great mother, she was good enough but only barely good enough She complains relentlessly about one of them and has threatened to throw him out. She may very well carry out this threat. The thought really upsets me At times I wonder were on earth I went wrong with her. I'm amazed I haven't had a nervous breakdown with all the worry she given us. Drugs, unsuitable men leaving her children with an unstable father. ( we got them back but it almost ruined us financially and emotionally)I've given up and think if I interfered too much I'd loose her again and I just couldn't bear that so I bite my tongue. The new man is ok and it's a better relationship and for the first time she's happy. I'm not sure of his commitment to her and I get the feeling that he wants the kids gone or at least fairly independent. I've had enough on my plate since the horror of that half term so I've ignored what's going on with her. Even if I hadn't there nothing I can do. Will I ever stop worrying about her. The other thing is her lifestyle choices mirror the women on my husbands side of the family. He says her emotional and social brain are wired the same as theirs. That sounds daft but it's true. Their the loveliest women but their lives are a mess and there's no reasoning with them. When I think about her I somtimes feel defeated, a failure I sometimes even feel ashamed. I'm just waffling on I know but I wonder if any of you ever felt the same about your adult children. I'm so jealous of those with successful settled daughters! It's not fair. 
I would like to meet here someone from eastern Europe


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