Just that really. I am aware I will most likely be flamed but it is the truth.
It is often portrayed as sunshine and rainbows and them being your best friend as they grow up but honestly if my adult child moved out and did not bother with contact I'd be relieved as long as I knew they were safe.
I'd never throw them out onto the streets and I'd always be there if they had no roof over their head but I wouldn't be sad if they left and had somewhere to go.
It hasn't always been like this, we were very close and they were such a pleasure to be around. Now they will do nothing to help, nothing around the house and often make me feel uncomfortable and in the way in my home.
There are some neurodiversities at play from both sides of the coin but I don't know what to do to improve it and it is just sad really.