The power has finally shifted beyond return. Eldest who is fast approaching 16 is calling the shots, completely. Refusals, confrontations, abuse, assaults, absconding. Apart from sex & drugs, for which I guess we should be grateful, she is going full gusto on teenage behaviours fueled by anger and trauma.
I’ve had enough. Really enough. Not just a bit fed up, but I’m angry at her, angry at the situation, angry for making the decision in the first place to take her on, angry that for 8 years she has rejected me whilst sucking me dry, angry that there is no damn thing I can do about it in the immediate, even though we’ve now sought advice from post adoption.
An action plan full of ifs and buts and waiting lists is the only chance of change. Meanwhile I hide in my room, suffer with anxiety that affects my health, cry a lot and feel like there is a prowling lion in my home waiting to attack.