I think I may have mentioned before the M1 is diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder. While the struggle is very real and very hard I often lie to myself about how bad it really is living with it day in and out. Let me clarify
On Monday I ask her where her homework is. She says it is done, emails from the teacher say it is not. Monday is her laundry day, I ask her to do it she blows me off. Monday is take out the garbage day and she refuses to do that too. Yep parenting a teen is hard and many can relate to this nonsense as they too deal with it.
Tuesday I realize I am missing an entire box of Capri Sun juices. Well this means M1 or N has struck again. I go down to M1’s room look around I find, one box of Capri Suns, the wine cooler my friend gave me empty which was taken from the fridge. One peanut butter egg that my friend had given me for Easter, the really big ones, well it is gone. I find a crap load of candy wrappers and candy stuffed in her drawers. I find the receipt proving she really did steal my money at Great Escape and lied to me about how much drinks were. I am furious, I cry and write her a scathing letter about how I am fed up. She emails me back a nasty fuming email basically telling me to go f** myself she is moving out soon anyway. I have to step away from the keyboard to not type “Please do”
Wednesday my BFF has surgery. M1 sends me nasty emails telling me what a piece of crap I am for not letting her do what she wants to. I remind her that she has stolen from me and lied to me. She claims the money was given back to me, I just don’t remember and the wine cooler was from a long time ago. No it wasn’t I search your room every few weeks, you just don’t know it. I check on her grades, 30, 30 and 72 yep actual school grade numbers, translated F, F C. Did I mention my BFF wants to press charges against her for stealing her iPhone? Yeah she does but here is the irony, the court would make me pay for her lawyer to defend her. Not freaking happening.
Thursday I see my counselor. I burst into tears and tell her sobbing that I can’t do this anymore. I don’t hate M1 but I cannot parent her anymore and I want to quit. I want her to be gone so I can stop living with locks on all the cabinets to prevent food theft, and hypervigilance on my part so I can keep my money loss to a minimum. I sob and sob I want her gone out of the freaking house but I know she will fail. I know she cannot do it. I know that I am the best attachment she has and it sucks. I didn’t realize until that very moment how much I was looking forward to her graduating high school so I could be done and it is not going to happen. My counselor worked with me for 20 minutes to get me back so I could go on with the day and not continue to cry.
Friday I am doing my second job and I see that M1 is on Facebook. Great how did she get over my password on the router. I go downstairs and ask her, she tells me she does not have access. I know she is lying. I come upstairs and go into my router. I see two Android devices, mine and hers (well the phone she “borrowed” from a “friend”). I turn mine off and the one remaining I copy the MAC address and put it into deny. Fixed her good now didn’t I. She comes upstairs and demands to know what is wrong with the WiFi. I ask why she cares she told me she was not on it. She gets pissed and says “Well I was on it but now I can’t get on.” No hun you can’t but I am not going to admit I know why as you will then have enough information to Google search how to get around it. She admits after much yelling she searched the internet to find out how to get around my passcode so she had internet access so she can text her friends. I say call them here is the phone. SHe curses at me and stomps downstairs.
Saturday she comes upstairs and asks me to help her get onto the internet using the phone. I tell her no. I remind her she has used the internet to send lewd photos to older men, harass peers at school and bully other people she knows. I explain that she is not allowed on my network and that if she does it again I will see if she can be charged with a crime for hacking my router. She yells more how unfair I am and how I am a basically miserable human being. We go see her counselor and I ask for a few moments alone. I go in to see her and the tears start again. I am tired, I don’t want to parent. I am her only victim the courts won’t do anything. PINS made things markedly worse. If my friend presses charges I have to pay a lawyer to defend her. I am helpless and overwhelmed. I want her to move out but know for sure that it will fail. I know she has to fail but then I utter the sentence which surprised me “But I don’t ever want her to move back in with me again.”
I am overcome with grief as I realize what I just said. The worst thing a parent can say, they don’t want their kid around anymore. What is worse, I really feel that way. She has spent 12 years stealing, lying and turning me into CPS. I don’t want to do it anymore. There is no hope for better because she doesn’t want better, she is fine the way she is. I have managed her abuse for 12 years now and just can’t do it anymore. I pull myself together as the counselor reminds me to keep talking to my counselor. We meet with M1 and she of course says almost nothing is wrong. I am trapped in insanity.
So yes it is my reality and while I understand one one level that M1 has grown leaps and bounds in many areas, her diagnosis prevents change between us. I love her I do but after 12 years of abuse I just don’t even know what to do anymore. But yet, I will go on parenting her. I will cry myself to sleep then get up and offer advice and an ear for all the drama she creates. I will do what has to be done because it is my job and more importantly the choice I made when I said I would parent this child. But guess what….this crap is really really hard.