AbbyCat
Feb 29, 2012, 04:47 PM
My daughter is 43 and has been living with her father and I for almost 9 years, since her now 9 year old daughter was a couple of months old. Our granddaughter is the sun and moon in our lives. We have helped our daughter out since she was born, always she pretty much got what she wanted. We also have three sons, our daughter is the youngest. When she left home, we had to help with rent and food quite often. We bought her several cars, sent her on vacation trips to Mexico and to visit friends in other states, bought her special clothes so she would be in style. I realize that we should never have done this, that she should have worked for what she got when she left home but my husband grew up very poor and tried to give the kids all that he could never have.
Let me back up a little. My husband is an alcoholic who has been in recovery for 32 years. But while the kids were young he was drunk every day. I was almost literally insane, severely depressed, suffered from anxiety disorder and panic attacks, sometimes suicidal although I never actually attempted suicide it was very tempting, I just always came around to the fact I could not do this to my children. However, I freely admit I was a very bad mother. I could never have a birthday or any other kind of party for any of the kids as their father would be drunk. They couldn't have friends for overnighters. I often lashed out at the kids, even hit them with a flyswatter and even a belt. When my husband got into treatment so did I. None of these things ever happened again and I tried with all my heart to tell the kids it was never their fault, the were good kids, it was my fault, I was crazy. Not as an excuse but just to explain why I was as I was. My sons have long since understood and when I asked forgiveness they granted it with love. But my daughter has never forgiven me. She is an alcoholic also, but a binge drinker and can only get alcohol once in awhile as she is not working right now. She did work the first 8 years she lived with us. Last year she took her daughter and went back to her home state where her brothers were. She got a job but could not pay her bills or have someone trustworthy to take care of her child. She had a very bad affair with a man she hardly knew, and ended up coming back to live with us. She has always let it be known she hated me, but managed to keep it under control most of the time. Since she came back home is hell for us. If I ask her to clean her rooms, help with the housework, anything, she lashes out with everything I ever did or didn't do in her life. Every day she says something about why should she help around the house, the house was never clean when she was a kid, and so on it goes. I know she had a few years of a very bad childhood, but she throws in things that never happened, accuses me of things I never did. A couple of days ago, I went in to her room where she was in bed, as susal, and asked her to get up, that it was bad for her to be staying in bed all the time, it would feed her depression, that she could clean her room to start with. I did not use an angry voice or sound sarcastic, just trying to help her. She attacked me, grabbed my armes, pulled me to the floor, hit me in the face with her fist, and began screaming I hate You over and over. She finally threw herself back on the bed and begain crying. I managed to pull myself up and hide out until her father came home. (I forgot to mention that I have severe arthritis where my joints are disintegrating and I have had several surgeries to replace joints.) I believe she is incapable of living on her own until she gets some kind of counseling or psychiatric help but I cannot live this way much longer. I have to take medication for pain, anxiety, and depression. Her father is no help, as he usually gets mad at me for anything I say to her. I am to the point of leaving if I can find someplace to go. I have no income but social security and that is a very small amount. I have nowhere to turn, no one to talk to as all my friends are back in another state or have passed away. I no longer care if I live or not. Please give me some advice.
Let me back up a little. My husband is an alcoholic who has been in recovery for 32 years. But while the kids were young he was drunk every day. I was almost literally insane, severely depressed, suffered from anxiety disorder and panic attacks, sometimes suicidal although I never actually attempted suicide it was very tempting, I just always came around to the fact I could not do this to my children. However, I freely admit I was a very bad mother. I could never have a birthday or any other kind of party for any of the kids as their father would be drunk. They couldn't have friends for overnighters. I often lashed out at the kids, even hit them with a flyswatter and even a belt. When my husband got into treatment so did I. None of these things ever happened again and I tried with all my heart to tell the kids it was never their fault, the were good kids, it was my fault, I was crazy. Not as an excuse but just to explain why I was as I was. My sons have long since understood and when I asked forgiveness they granted it with love. But my daughter has never forgiven me. She is an alcoholic also, but a binge drinker and can only get alcohol once in awhile as she is not working right now. She did work the first 8 years she lived with us. Last year she took her daughter and went back to her home state where her brothers were. She got a job but could not pay her bills or have someone trustworthy to take care of her child. She had a very bad affair with a man she hardly knew, and ended up coming back to live with us. She has always let it be known she hated me, but managed to keep it under control most of the time. Since she came back home is hell for us. If I ask her to clean her rooms, help with the housework, anything, she lashes out with everything I ever did or didn't do in her life. Every day she says something about why should she help around the house, the house was never clean when she was a kid, and so on it goes. I know she had a few years of a very bad childhood, but she throws in things that never happened, accuses me of things I never did. A couple of days ago, I went in to her room where she was in bed, as susal, and asked her to get up, that it was bad for her to be staying in bed all the time, it would feed her depression, that she could clean her room to start with. I did not use an angry voice or sound sarcastic, just trying to help her. She attacked me, grabbed my armes, pulled me to the floor, hit me in the face with her fist, and began screaming I hate You over and over. She finally threw herself back on the bed and begain crying. I managed to pull myself up and hide out until her father came home. (I forgot to mention that I have severe arthritis where my joints are disintegrating and I have had several surgeries to replace joints.) I believe she is incapable of living on her own until she gets some kind of counseling or psychiatric help but I cannot live this way much longer. I have to take medication for pain, anxiety, and depression. Her father is no help, as he usually gets mad at me for anything I say to her. I am to the point of leaving if I can find someplace to go. I have no income but social security and that is a very small amount. I have nowhere to turn, no one to talk to as all my friends are back in another state or have passed away. I no longer care if I live or not. Please give me some advice.