Failure

This last year has probably been the most difficult year of my life for many reasons. It was a year where I was reminded over and over, every single day that I failed as a parent.

I know I am not a failure. My therapist says I did my best, but I was given a very difficult task. A task that was always unfavorable to succeed.

My oldest walked out of our lives on her 18th birthday. She began telling everyone she just wanted to prove she can do it on her own and that we were holding her back. Over the months of her not being able to make it on her own, she began to lie and tell everyone we were abusing her so she was doomed to fail because of us. When people started to wonder why she would not even try to move on in life, she tried to drag her younger sister down with her.

We were investigated again. Because our oldest convinced our youngest that we were child abusers. The chief complaints were laughable this time around: restricting access to the internet and not giving our children keys to the house.

It has been months and we are still here. My partner, my child, me and all our furry critters are still here dealing with the aftermath. I have so many thoughts, concerns and hopes to share about this experience. It is time. I am moving on to my new stage in life and I am going to hold my head high as I move into the future.

Please join me as I come to terms with a whole bunch of new trauma and drama. See you next time!