I am learning to love my D anyway.
The only thing that is working is distance (she was wise to move away and it is a relief we can both now work on ourselves without the daily friction) and to not need anything from her.
(I am learning that I can teach myself that I do not, in fact, NEED her love or approval. I WANT it--and sometimes with anguish--but I don't NEED it to survive or heal.) Christmas is quite the test and I am going to be fine. Walking doggies at the SPCA.
That has been one of the most shocking things in my life. That I could teach myself I don't NEED the love and approval of my child.
I have begun to see that the farther I go with this, the more peaceful I feel (and the easier our contacts, which are brief and not frequent these days, become.) It's getting better. I have to leave my emotions out of it. I am very very busy, and that is very good.
I forced myself to deal with the shock and grief I have felt over how it's not how it SHOULD be, and am beginning to make my peace with how it IS. I have needed, and sought, a lot of support. And I'm taking better care of myself. Beginning to feel my own, individual and separate, dreams again.
One of the biggest things was to face the fact that I no longer set the terms. Any terms. I have to accept her terms, even when they include distance. I have no choice. I have no power. None. Zip. No persuasive power, no guilt power, no manipulative power, no pleading power, no justice power.
What a relief, to yield to the truth. To have no power. To actually embrace having no power. I don't want it any more. I don't want to "win" her love. I just want to give her the space and the time to heal herself. Renewed love, a future connection that's stronger and more peaceful, may result. How can I know the future? Meanwhile, I love her, I don't think about her every hour, and I am living my own whole life. Not the empty-womb life.
She's been gone from my womb a long time. She can no longer be my reason for believing in life. She can no longer be my purpose. She can no longer be half my identity. And it's okay.
The only choice I have is to continue loving her (which I do) but not obsessing, and never again let myself believe that she holds my peace in her hands.
My job is to give up anguish. I had to grieve and I may have to grieve again. But that's just part of my life. I will go through it when it comes but I will not make it my identity.
I'm sorry to talk about myself so much, Sea. You know I relate to a lot of what you're going through.
I send you love. And fast healing from the knee surgery. And hopes for you, that you will find new purpose.
Hops
PS--the stepmother doesn't matter. She's not "taking your place." You are you and you are good. Your daughter may figure this out in the future. It would be better for her if she did. But your anguish or yearning for it will not help it happen. Ever. Your healing is necessary because your own separate existence, with or without your daughter's understanding, is a meaningful, marvelous thing. It is RIGHT for you to heal.