Tough Luck
I often wonder if I'm a terrible parent. Granted, the "kids" are now fully functioning adults capable of making their own choices and wiping their own asses, literally and figuratively, but once a mom, always a mom, amirite? When Kid #1 lost her house back in August, I felt painted into a corner. I know she had nowhere else to go, and her former bedroom was available and now staged as my office/spare bedroom, complete with new bed and linens. I was proud of having that space, and used it often. It came in handy when my mom came to town or my nieces and nephew wanted a sleepover. It was a quiet space I could use to work or read or nap. It was open, however, and she needed a place to sleep, so it was natural to just have her come home. I've regretted it since day one. The last year or so, I've really been struggling with my mental and emotional health. I'm in a space now that I can recognize and acknowledge it, and take the necessary steps when I feel lik