Huge and horrible topic for me, this.
I am terribly confused and struggling.
I brought my 29 y/o D from Florida to live with me while she finishes her MS. We'd had the agreement that when she was down to her last $1500, and hadn't found work, it would be time to move home. (Or, she said "Yes" when I said it.) She got down to her last $150 before she caved to the inevitable. I paid for the truck, gas, plane fare for her bf/helper, and told her I'd support her completely for 3 months but as of January she needed to contribute $200/month. So I'm doing all groceries, gas (we share my vehicle), her cell phone, clothes, cat food, rats to feed her snake, etc. It's what I agreed, it's okay.
BUT. Her bf dumped her and she was destroyed. Within two days, from crying in my arms, she turned around to vent all her rage on me. She called me, by email, a f**ing moron, a stupid bitch, a selfish bitch. I am: lazy, a narcissist, exactly like my mother, weak, etc, etc. She has been merciless. Sometimes when she's angry she watches boxing or extreme fighting (she loves it) on her laptop. I feel like she feeds her inner brutality and she's become someone I can't recognize. (Well, I do...her father.) We have agreed to find a family counselor but she has inserted many obstacles. We may not use my insurance because that would create an unequal power relationship. We have to go to a free service. I am required to help find someone. Every time I call somewhere, they ask, do you have insurance, and I say yes, but my daughter will not use it. So nobody is leaping to put us on their list.
Back to the topic. NOW I find I am resenting the money. I have spent thousands upon thousands to help her, bail her out, pay her rent, support a lifestyle she insisted on (her own apts. since long before she graduated and only a couple stretches with a roommate; an expensive Volvo that costs a ton to repair -- wouldn't consider buying a small practical import), etc., etc. I sent her to France with all my FF miles I'd accumulated working for years.
Anyway, what makes me sick is that you bet, I'm not feeling unconditional love for my own child right now. I'm struggling to love her at all. I'm resentful, I feel used, and I don't like her.
Money has something to do with it, but mostly, it's the way she treats me. I've just finally faced it. She's abusive.
Breaks my heart.
So I'll do the best I can to heal this, and to reawaken my heart, if we can get into counseling. I do love her. But it's more like loving a memory of a little girl I adored more than anything in the universe. This hostile, belligerent, controlling, sarcastic, entitled adult young woman scares and repels me.
Hops