I told DD2 yesterday that she can't live with us for a while at least. I'm so tired and numb right now. Things have been bad for a few weeks, so I haven't been round here much. She's staying with her birth mum for now.
I wanted her to leave me after a proper transition to more independent living. I wanted her to leave like DD1 left. I wanted it so much. And I hoped this horrible last month would be a temporary blip. But no. She's gone, and what I have left of her last month here is fading and new bruises, memories of her shouting and swearing and being awful, a traumatised son, a damaged car and a horrible mess in her room.
The worst thing was the look of relief on DS face when I told him today that she can't come home for a while at least.
Had my mam round since yesterday helping me get things done, clean a bit and get DS to bed etc. I'm trying to get back on my feet for him. Today was really hard.