My daughter also moved home because of financial reasons. I thought it would be a good opportunity to reconnect after her being out of home for almost 5 years now, but it wasn't what either of us expected, and after 8 months we had an explosive argument where my daughter confessed that she hated me and she viewed me as toxic and she viewed her childhood as abusive.
Somehow I had had no idea up to that point that she'd felt that way about me for so long.
I can't explain how devastating that was to hear, and how it has affected me/us since. My husband ended up buying me a ticket to NZ to visit my mum for two weeks and gave my daughter 2 weeks notice to find somewhere else to live.
When I came home she was gone and she hasn't spoken to me since. To be fair, I've been too scared to reach out to her too.
My heart is broken.
Upon reflection I can now see her point of view, and thanks to the passage of time I've reached a point where I am now glad that she felt she was able to tell me how she really felt. But...fuck...what a wake up call.
I was originally diagnosed with manic depression at age 16, then Bipolar type 1 at age 35, then BPD 14 months ago, and complex PTSD 6 months ago. I am now 45.
I KNOW I've been a shit xunt, and I've spent the last 4 or 5 years doing some hard work trying to rectify a lot of mistakes and retraining my thought patterns and reactions to triggering situations, but my daughter doesn't know this, she'd moved out by then.
All I can do (I think?) is accept this shitty situation, keep doing the work, and hope that I am open and accepting and READY if she wants to talk to me again one day.
I miss her so damn much and I work constantly reminding myself to not close my heart to her the way I would normally when I feel someone has hurt me.
I don't know if I ever told her that she was the only reason I chose to live every day, and I don't know if it's something you should tell your child. But I do know I battle with suicidal ideation because of the guilt I carry. AND I know I want to be alive if/when she decides she needs or wants me again.
So I'm just here waiting. Not sure if that's "healthy", but that's where I'm at.
I hope that sharing this with you helps you to see that the worst case scenario is not necessarily the worst case scenario. Sometimes it's an opportunity to reflect on how far you've actually come... I mean, she told me the truth... that has to be a good thing right?