I am writing on this as feel like I am losing my mind. I met the man of my dreams eleven years ago. We were friends first and it felt clear the chemistry was so there and is so there now. I knew that to be with him I was to be taking on his daughter who very sadly lost her mum to cancer at the age of seven. We took a long time to introduce me and there were problems from the start with mums mother and brother who were used to things being a certain way. We ended up not talking for a while after her grandmother telling me that I was trying too hard and that I was mentally unwell. She has since died.
It is never been easy. SD has rightly and understandably always wanted/needed a close relationship with her father. It could not have been easy with me coming along. I suggested that they went out once a week together when I first arrived and they did as I could see how much she needed this. it has felt like a challenging ten years. We have been through so much with her involving the police several times, constant lying, attention needing on such a large scale, temporarily adopting other families as her own and self harming for years which felt so hard and taking her to counselling , supporting, listening, whatever we could to help her through her pain. Not being able to have children myself I always felt that she was a gift to me in some way and hopefully I was there to help and support her. Her father works hard, was in great debt at first after everything he had been through but has worked hard to pay this all off. We are both self employed so pretty occupied a large part of the time. There were so many good times too.
Fast forward to today. SD has moved to college last year. Tragically after the first two weeks she had to return to be with her beloved dog to be put down. In hindsight we wished she hadn't of been there as this trauma has deeply affected her. What started as a new life for her this event seemingly tipped her over the edge. I suggested counselling which has clearly helped her a lot. After starting college she would come home and shout at me and disrespect me and for the first time my husband did not step in. She made my husband cry with her anger and attitude. This behaviour has escalated throughout the year and I have felt very alone in this to the point where she was so rude I suggested that she stayed with her uncle. She has never forgiven me for this and my husband who quite often has his head in his phone whilst I am dealing with this. We both got covid really badly this year and all she could say was that she didn't like my tone on the phone like I couldn't wait to get off the phone fast enough (I had had pneumonia and was struggling to talk for that long) I chosen informed her that for the sake of our relationship I was going to take a temporary break as the insults by test were coming long and fast (my husband refused to read them) and I couldn't take anymore. two weeks ago the most brutal of emails followed to her father. An email which informed him that I was mentally unwell, good luck to him for putting up with me, that she, "saw red flags from the beginning" and that she was never coming home again but that she is very depressed and needs a relationship with him. This email has thrown me through a loop. I feel very conflicted, initially, very used but gutted that I have given what I have. This email was so personal, so brutal not just in their personal assessment of me but the fact that she was worried about him. My husband is sixteen years older than me and we have been so looking forward to starting our new life together. After all these years it still feels like this is going to continue to be a problem. My husband wants it resolved but knows how much this email has deeply affected me. I do not expect thanks for bringing her up but at the very least some respect. I feel that I cannot be in the same room with her anytime soon, if at all as the email was so brutal I threw up all night in complete shock. I will cope with it but to see him enjoying a relationship with her is painful yet it so needs to happen but it feels like she is calling all the shots by not coming home like I am some monster when all I want is some respect. He seems suddenly uncomfortable which telling her that he doesn't like how she has spoken to me. Sorry this is a long one. Thanks and any advice is welcome as my husband is so torn and worried about her mental health but feels disloyal if he carries on like nothing has happened. He has told her that he will not see her without me, that we are a team and now she is saying she is so depressed she may hurt herself. Should I just get on with my life and let them get on with it? It feels like this is the only way but my husband feels so upset at how she has treated me. I worry about where we go from here and sometimes feel that if I wasn't in this I would not have caused her so much pain but after a life of many losses through my life through illness and losing my parents young I felt and still feel so happy with this man.