Daughter's parting words to me this morning weren't very nice. It's been a while since I've been the target of one of her rants. I'd forgotten how painful it is. When I came into the kitchen this morning, I discovered that Daughter had eaten a banana during the night. I asked, "When did you eat the banana?" I wasn't angry, didn't yell, just curious.
That set her off. "Not too long ago." I didn't respond. I didn't respond as she ranted, raved, announced she wasn't taking her pills, wouldn't be needing a lunch, would never come to see me again, etc....
I'm glad I no longer have to deal with this on a daily basis. She sent me a text from the bus apologizing and telling me it was better if she didn't see me anymore. She stated she hated herself. I responded, "I love you and will see you on Sunday."
I am so grateful she no longer lives here.