Friday, May 18, 2012
Daughter was home last night, and was a little volatile. I dropped her insulin and it broke, so we had to make an unplanned trip to her house to get a new vial. She was grumbling about nothing for most of the trip. As we were coming back home, she said, "I know that we do better when we aren't in the same room or the same house all the time." It was the first time I've heard her acknowledge that. She has often tried to guilt me into bringing her back home. I always tell her she's happier away from me. I'm pleased she finally seems to recognize that reality.