She walked out in the middle of the fucking night. We live in a rural corner of nowhere. Down a track 4k from the nearest decent sized tiny town.
We searched, couldn't find her.
I slept not at all.
We left the house early to take DS to school, left the door open just in case.
Came back to discover more stuff gone.
Called my sister in the UK.
Some million phone calls and five hours later my sister reports she is at the airport, but there are no flights.
At midnight we get home from bringing her back to the airport. Not one word is spoken. After what felt like a lifetime with no sleep we entered the house, I spoke for the first time, told her to sit at my puter and book a ticket home.
Two days later took her back to the airport. She left.
There was a note on herillow. Telling me one day I would understand.
Well I'm still waiting to understand why she wanted to try and undermine my marriage. It's a good one. My husband is good man. He loves me. We mutually treat each other well. I couldn't keep paying the price of her marriage to my dad ending so horribly becuase in some warped way she wanted to normalise what happened to her, by trying to make the same thing happen to me, (dumped with kids and no money).
I don't know her address or phone number. She knows mine but thankfully took the message via my sister seripusly and has never tried to contact me.
I'm not the most forgiving person on the planet, I know that. But we reached out to try to help her. And she spat on us and tried to hurt us. I know it's not her fault. I know she broke when my dad left. But ...I don't have it in me to forgive.
I hope your end this end better. I waited too long love. I let it decend too far before intervening in a decsisive manner. I wasted time chuntering at my husband (unreasobanbly) becuase he was the more readonable of the two.
I could have saved my relationship with my mother by easing her home far earlier with a foundation for rebuilding the relationship once limited anger and upset had subsided.
But I didn't, and then it was all too late.
All the luck in the world sweetheart. So hard to juggle practical aspects and realities with people sticking extra nonsensicle spokes in the wheel, cos for some reason for them the apple cart overturning means shared, common disappointment and unhappiness makes life less painful in a warped and distinctly odd way.