First of all things are a little better. Is 4 weeks today since I found those goodbye letters, we have been through a lot and more has emerged which led to the total breakdown.
Over half term and the following week or 2 we shut the doors took turns in working and were pretty much on 'suicide watch' - just hanging at home, doing nothing really, she did her art (she does art a level). We met her therapist who is brilliant and we established code for when she wasn't coping - i.e. didn't feel safe from her impulses. She now feels much more safe, though we don't let her be on her own except at night. Dispite giving her the option of chucking in school for this year, she wanted to stay (good sign?). The school was good - she had a week off and now is managing part time school for 2 out of 3 subjects - just going in for those lessons, though she doesn't always make it. The 3rd a level we are helping out best we can at home with a teacher doing an hour one to one once a week in his own time (bless him). A-levels don't matter now, there are other years to do them, but the routine helps us all.
Word has got out at school that she is low and her friends have been so nice to her. Amazingly, 1 of the bitchy girls came around to our house to apologise - got to hand it to her, that shows some strength. Eating and sleeping is still a problem, I think she is vomiting sometimes, but I can't face tackling that just yet.
So a lot better - there is still a long road I think, but at least not actively suicidal and I can see a future, I can see a light.
But, I feel so ANGRY. Not with dd1, I feel so sorry for her, she is easy to live with - more withdrawn than bulshy. No it is with her ex bf.
We have done lots of chatting, dd1 and I and a few things she has said made wonder if she had been pregnant. Last week I asked her directly and it emerged that after she broke up with him in june she kept on seeing him over the summer, and kept on sleeping with him, even though he had no intension of getting back together with her - I know, I know, she shouldn't, but remember she was already getting low and she was vulnerable, and so needy - but HE KNEW THAT and used her anyway. Even giving him the benefit of the doubt, that he probably still had feelings for her (they were very 'in love' for a long time) HE STILL KNEW SHE WAS STRUGGLING. It was at the end of the summer that she finally said to him I can't do this any more and that was when he got nasty. Even worse, when they got back to school she realised she was pregnant.
He would have nothing to do with it, He met up with her just once, just texted her back keep me in the loop and avoided her at school. She was going to keep it, she says, registered for antenatal with the GP, was about to tell us. She miscarried at 7 weeks. He just texted back good. Didn't speak to her. This was 3 weeks before I found the letters. How could I not know?? How is it that my poor daughter goes through this on her own, and can't tell me?? I can see how any kid would be nervous to tell their parents they were pregnant, but it is such an awful story. And I am SO ANGRY with him - he is fine, getting on with his life/mates/alevels/future and she is driven into the ground.
I want to tell his parents, I want to tell him what damage it has done - stringing her along all summer, leaving her pregnant. I can't talk to dh, he has become ill in the last month - one sided hearing loss and unsteadiness - he is having an mri scan of his ear for a neuromer (?) next week. I need advice, do I speak to the bf/parents? Do I just let it go, things are getting just a little better, all it might do is stir up a massive fight dd1 doesnt need. But I don't know how to cope with my anger. Thoughts anyone?
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justkeepgoing · 14/11/2012 16:50
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