Life goes along and then bump. Well, actually it's not a bump, but a mountain. And the mountain is alive and coming after me.
Finding a working relationship with my birth daughter was moving along as if we'd never been separated. My other daughter has been an absolute angel and loves the idea of a sister.
Then, because my birth daughter had adopted some special needs children, she is now overwhelmed with that responsibility. Her husband left her just 2 years after they adopted these wonderful kids and walked out of their lives as if he had no part in the adoption.
I don't have a lot of money, that's what she needs most right now, but she is determined to pull herself together and make a home for these kids. I have promised to be support and to help when I can, as has her sister.
I never knew until now just daunting it is to want to help someone so badly, and can't. Well, I can be support, in name only. I feel like a failure. The PTSD tears have started again. They just bubble up and out and the most inopportune times. Again, I feel I'm failing her. I need to keep it together.