I have name changed as I am embarrassed of my emotions and being a drama queen. Nobody knows about it IRL.
DD is mid twenties, applying for jobs in science as she is near completion of her PhD. Her chances are strong and we have supported her decision and helped with CV etc. We said we want her to chase her dreams and we will always be here for her. So, she is excited and hopeful and carefree as she should be.
But inside I have lost my marbles with living grief. What makes it worse somehow is that I have done this to my mother, over 20 years ago, moving to the UK and seeing her at best annually and not for six years now with COVID and war. She has missed on DD’s whole childhood.
I am worried about DD as we are close and she often comes to me for support and advice. How is she going to cope? I remember my first couple of years away from home were tough.
And selfishly, I just don’t see the point of living without time with her, able to support her if she children. I had her young, so don’t really know any different than having her in my life a lot. She has lived 3 hours away for the last 3 years and before that on and off at home while at uni, noe we see each other about once a month. I am 47 and feel like there is a long, purposeless slog to death if she goes. I have a good job and hobbies and friends, good health and loving DH, who has also cried on the quiet this week.
I know I need to suck it up but how?