Boy can I relate to your story. I have had my heart broken so many times over my kid. I would NEVER have spoken to my parents like mine did and sometimes continue to do to me. I know now I have “helped” to much and she hates me for it. I continue to feel guilty that I must have been a pretty rotten parent for her to turn out the way she did.
I just can’t take the drama and anger anymore. I’ve tried not to get into her business but she’s lashing out at all of us because she’s got the idea we’re smothering her. Excuse me, but I don’t call unless it’s something important like paying a college bill and certainly not to visit because that’s “getting in her business” again. Despite college being just an hour away, I haven’t been on campus but twice all year - once when we helped move her into the dorm and once when we went to an event held on campus so we took her out for lunch. She rarely calls us and has only called her grandparents twice. She rarely comes home and then it’s one crafted disaster after another. She went from tops in her class to losing all her scholarships because she can’t seem to get to class. We finally just gave in and cut all ties. If she hates us and doesn’t want anything from us anymore, then so be it. I handed her all her bills the other day and that was that. The last thing hubby said was we’ll see you in five years. It’s killing my soul but that’s that. It’s finished. It’s done. I loved the child she used to be but I have no idea who this angry stranger is.