Parents of estranged adult children Community Group
One or more of our adult children walked out of our lives and never looked back.
Reached a new height
Off and on for a few years ive had a relationship with my eldest daughter. For awhile we were seeing each other often and one day she just closed the door.When i asked why she said she was just busy and has no time.Thats almost 3 years ago.Her son is now 6 and i rarely see him. He really wants to see me so i said i would come over there today and play with him.
I am now at a point in my life where i have accepted they want to see me mainly on holidays And i am now at a point where i am not interested in seeing them. I have a relaionship with them where if i call they never pick up, and texting they sometimes answered.
I do not feel the same about any of them any longer.Which is good as i no longer feel like a failure and have begun feeling more at ease with myself. I also rarely think about them anymore and am not really wanting to go visit my 6 year old grandson. All my daughter talks about is herself and her feelings about...i just feel ive had enough of feeling like nothing.
Other than wanting to just find a life for myself i am doing alright,just want them to leave me alone.
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I know this is stupid, but after not being able to find a job after graduation for almost two years, I ended up just taking an online teaching job because I couldn't find anything in my field. I was trying to get out of teaching and I feel so devastated. I felt this crushing feeling when I signed the paperwork and when I was in the meetings. I know that sounds so dramatic but it is how I felt. It...
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Woke up feeling very emotional and about to clock in at my place of employment. And can't place it all in writing but not been a good experience with my store manager or his boss. Defamation of my character is a concern. I've been losing appetite and weight. Trying to perform at work to keep myself from hospitalization as a result of toxic masculinity.


the 43 year old crackhead who called me toxic mom as we parted an uncounted number of years ago still reminds me of the sweet boy who used to love me. from my vast social distance, is getting easier for me to resist the urge to call him a kid, but i am not sure that is the reform he was looking for. daddy is still giving him money on demand. i don't care to do the research on which terms of endearment he reserves for daddy.
fast forward to the 5th year of my second parenting career and it is the shared celebration of the newly crowned 5 and 8 year olds. their birthdays are only a week apart, despite the new year countdown which separates their birthdays. little sis turned 5 on december 30. big sis gets to have her birthday today. little sis spent her birthday contented preparing for the celebration today.
i am in panic mode because hubby and i are sniping under pressure. the physical door between us is currently closed to resist those snipe urges. my panic is over whether we will be able to keep today's party childish.
sigh. . .
the children always pay the highest price for adult foolishness.
sigh. . .
as hard as it was to take on 3 children at age 65, it felt easier than worrying where they were in the midst of all that romance. as i approach my 70th birthday, the days seem to getting any more wearisome, but i still prefer that exhaustion over the exhaustive worry. the weariness of hard work is less exhaustion of worrying.
butttttttttttttttaaaaaaa. . .
I think what made it all fall apart is they were blaming me for being an awful person to another relative who told me because it was upsetting to them. For me, it was like relief because I suspected it. Relief is okay to feel. It is a reality based emotion to the situation.
I think, but don't have confirmation, that they wanted money thus I got love bombed. I mean this was so hurtful and so cruel, and if they don't like me why were they begging me to be closer? They didn't ask for money, they just did the love bombing and then another dumping. No arguments with me, no mean things said by me but I watched them carefully and they are not nice people.
I got to "done" or "enough" and I feel that may be where we get clarity of thinking.
We get to the point where we just don't trust them and we don't believe them. I think this is both natural and perhaps a method of self protection.
I have my 2 EC blocked on my phone and do not do social media with them. I am at done and if they need me, they can email me.
Acceptance is where we have to go. Most of us struggle with this concept. It doesn't feel natural and so many of the "experts" say parents must keep trying, must do the myth of the amends letter, must grovel, appease, and on and on. I think we parents want rules for how to fix the estrangement or dysfunctional family relationships. So we first try all this stuff because it gives us a sense of control or a road map we don't realize at first is usually false. Sometimes personalities are such that we end up not liking our adult children. This happens even in good families.
My EC didn’t tell me anything just ghosted me again. Pattern after pattern of this stuff. Years of this. No arguments between us. Just dumped. So I decided I had to block them on my phone for my own peace of mind. I don’t look for text messages when they are blocked or fret all Christmas Day that they don’t contact me.
What I am saying is we each get to decide what actions we are going to take to support our healing. You deserve to do the work to value yourself as much as we value you on here.
Welcome. I am so glad that you landed here and can benefit from what Arfie and hasty have to share.
I am on my own, new journey with EC, and trying so hard to not internalize the accusations, allegations, and sometimes vitriol from one EC, who recently said, "I don't remember much from my childhood," with zero insight into her also having said within the past few months, "And I don't want to hear you say you're sorry that I feel like I was abused, I WAS ABUSED." The other EC is simply cut off, minimal communication (of both children she was the one who was coddled the most, btw).
So here I am, picking up the pieces and trying to radically accept the altered history of my children.
It's rough. *hugs* I feel you sister.