Sunday, February 13, 2011
I was in one of those moods where I wanted to cook so I tried some new recipes. They turned out great and hubby was very appreciative of them. So was the little one as she loves chicken and that is what we had along with some new way of fixing potatoes with spices on.
Yesterday my eldest was released from rehab. She called and wanted to come home. We took her out to dinner and explained to her that she was not helping herself by coming back home all the time. We want her to learn to live on her own. I felt bad telling her that but there is nothing else we can do for her at this time but be there for her to talk to when she needs someone and to hear what she has to say but she cannot live here.
I don;t understand it. I wanted out on my own the day I hit 18. I loved my foster mom and all that but I wanted to be out on my own and wanted to be my own boss. I wanted a place that was mine, all mine, not someone else's. Even now, I am not comfortable staying in someone's home more than a few days. But she is trying to keep her life on track and I have to give her credit for that.