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My DD is/was threatening to commit suicide. Her downward pattern has not come up since we arrived back home from vacation. I went over to her house one day to see if I could get her to talk. I sat there on the couch while she called me every known unthinkable word she could come up with. She was also throwing anything she could find at me. I still did not say anything, her eyes and actions show'd craziness. I looked on her door and saw 7/28 DNR written with funeral arrangements. I was there on 7/24.
She told me to leave and again I just sat there. She left and came back with a male friend. The male friend said he has her back, and gave my DD his phone to call the police. I sat there. While my daughter was on the phone with 911 she told them she was suicidal, the male friend told her not to say that shit to anyone. I told the mf she was due to the writing on her door. He saw the writing and started to wash it off. I made the commit, that's having her back.. He said yep. The police came , I show'd them the text messages and a picture of the door I took prior to it being washed off. I told them she needs help and I was staying long enough for them to assist. The police asked her if she was suicidal and her answer was no. The police said I needed to leave and there was nothing they could do do to her age.
I spent the week waiting for the phone call. I didn't get the phone call, instead I've got text saying what a lousy mother I am for leaving her in a house with no electric, food and now no water. Then a text saying her car was broke down about ten miles from her house and how she had to ride her bike those ten mile in a dehydrated malnutrition state. I bought her off. I know I shouldn't have... I just put a band aide on her and at the same time rewarded her for negative behavior. I know what she is going to do with the money I gave her. I also know she has to be out of her apt by the end of the month due to her BS the other tenants are complaining.
She knows she is not welcome her..thank you husband for being my rock on this! She will not get anymore money...thank you husband for being my rock on this! I just need to sit back and wait for the "phone call" .
In the mean time the older kids know something is up, but doesn't know what. DD bio daughter ihasn't asked to see or talk to her. After four weeks GS just started asking to talk to mommy which last night started GD. It might have something to do with my oldest GD went to her moms this weekend for the first time since we got back. We took the little ones out to dinner last night and planning on a movie this afternoon.
My DD is crazy!
She told me to leave and again I just sat there. She left and came back with a male friend. The male friend said he has her back, and gave my DD his phone to call the police. I sat there. While my daughter was on the phone with 911 she told them she was suicidal, the male friend told her not to say that shit to anyone. I told the mf she was due to the writing on her door. He saw the writing and started to wash it off. I made the commit, that's having her back.. He said yep. The police came , I show'd them the text messages and a picture of the door I took prior to it being washed off. I told them she needs help and I was staying long enough for them to assist. The police asked her if she was suicidal and her answer was no. The police said I needed to leave and there was nothing they could do do to her age.
I spent the week waiting for the phone call. I didn't get the phone call, instead I've got text saying what a lousy mother I am for leaving her in a house with no electric, food and now no water. Then a text saying her car was broke down about ten miles from her house and how she had to ride her bike those ten mile in a dehydrated malnutrition state. I bought her off. I know I shouldn't have... I just put a band aide on her and at the same time rewarded her for negative behavior. I know what she is going to do with the money I gave her. I also know she has to be out of her apt by the end of the month due to her BS the other tenants are complaining.
She knows she is not welcome her..thank you husband for being my rock on this! She will not get anymore money...thank you husband for being my rock on this! I just need to sit back and wait for the "phone call" .
In the mean time the older kids know something is up, but doesn't know what. DD bio daughter ihasn't asked to see or talk to her. After four weeks GS just started asking to talk to mommy which last night started GD. It might have something to do with my oldest GD went to her moms this weekend for the first time since we got back. We took the little ones out to dinner last night and planning on a movie this afternoon.
My DD is crazy!
We got to that point with Pinky. A bit different, because if we got the call it would've been because she OD'd or was murdered. But if there was any peace in the whole thing, it was knowing that we'd done it all, been there for her, etc. etc. And once we realize that NOTHING we do will make a difference, and that we cannot do anything else because of the law, we have no choice.
Everything is in the Lord's hands at that point.
I am keeping you, your daughter and your grandchildren in my prayers. And your husband...because as much as it hurts, he's right to be firm on not letting her come home and not giving her any money.
I'm still amazed (and ashamed) that our society doesn't have any good resource for people who are mentally ill...people who obviously need help, even when they say they don't...people who cause so much insane chaos in their own lives and the lives of the people who love them.
Wishing you peace through this storm...
As I'm typing this there is a picture on the side with a Dad and a baby sleeping. My little one said, Gramma, I slepted on Mommy when I was a baby. I told him he slept right next to gramma and grampa's bed in his crib... The little guy took his arm put it around me and said, he was happy to found me. I told him we are the lucky ones to have him.
Ok, My day is perfect!
This should be interesting.