Just like clockwork the battle begins. My daughter started seeing a new therapist last week. She goe every few weeks. I have no idea what they discuss as I am not allowed in the room. Last time this happen my daughter got out of control to the point she was abusive. I stopped it.
Well, last night trying to get my daughter to put dishes away. She yelled for two hours straight. No sane person can take that kind of screaming. Yes, I said two hours. All because she didn’t want to put dishes away. Of course she brought up everything under the sun except for doing her chores. (I won’t go in to details about the stuff she said. Just know it would break your heart to hear). It is the same old routine like clockwork. Screaming at anyone who says a word to her. Getting in their face. Saying the most hateful things to get a response. She stalls for everything. Unless it is something she wants.
I am not surprise in the least. I know her behavior is only going to get worse. I called it like last time. Why? I suspect for two reasons. One : She wants to go to the coping center where two of her friends are. She has never been to one. Two: She thinks she can go live with her dad.
A coping center is where people go when they can’t to control their emotions. I like to call it a nut house. As it is where crazy people go to. It can be an inpatient or outpatient. My daughter’s father has been in one when he threatened to commit suicide. He has been talking to her a lot on the phone about it recently. Telling her, he goes in one from time to time. I think between her friends and her father she has the wrong idea about the place.
Living with her dad is out of the question. He, himself is mentally unstable. Besides the obvious fact he is the one who shot and disabled me. She would not get the care she needs. As I hate to fight tooth and nail when we were together to make sure she had her medications she needed. I would forgo my own. To make sure she did not go without. Plus, his lady friend lost custody of her son due to drug addiction.
Her father has begged me to make sure I do not put her in one of those places. I have done my best. Yet, she puts her hands on me again in any form. That is where she will go. Unless the neighbors call the cops first. Than it will be jail. I have done everything in my power to prevent it. I have explained this to her.
I write about the struggles as a release. Everyone needs to talk about their problems some how. If not to someone, they need to write it down to get it out. This is my way of de-stressing. This is my blog. I write my way. I won’t allow anyone to make me feel less of a mother because I write about it when I have no one to talk to about it. Negative comments are not wanted. As this blog only explains a small portion of what goes on. You have no idea unless you have lived with a mentally unstable person.
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