Some of you may have read my post, Problem with Son.
My daughter, who is thirteen and my adopted son's natural sister, went missing for three days last week. Things between us had been good; we had probably been closer than we have ever been. She had gone of with two other girls (who are often going missing) who wanted to run away from home. When the police brought her back she was pleased to be home, all hugs, tears, wanting to talk. She said she tried to talk them into coming back to our house and did text to say she was safe.
Again things went well. Today the school rang to say she had gone missing from school in the afternoon. Someone else answered her phone when we called it and claimed she was in school and pretended to be one of her other friends.
She usually stays behind at school for music practice so I figured she might return for that, which she had. She came up with some story about having to go out of school to get her phone back of some guy who had taken it from her. She claimed she'd sorted it all out with her head of year. Without going into detail her story didn't make sense to me or her head of year.
I went to talk to the head of year who had thought that she shouldn't be using the school music facilities if she wasn't going to follow school rules and so we both returned to the music room the get tell her and I would take her home.
She told me I was a weirdo because the head of year said she had to leave. When we got home I asked for her phone, and she refused. It all started getting silly then. I wasn't going to let her have a phone ever, she hadn't done anything wrong, and she had to go out of school to get her phone back. Then she claimed she was scared of me and I had threatened her. She didn't want to live here anymore, she was just pretending to get along with us, life has been crap since my wife came along etc.
I just went into the living room and just lost it. I just screamed into the cushions and couldn't stop; I really thought I was loosing it again. I'm already on medication, what would I be without it? Then I just sobbed uncontrollably for ages. Meanwhile my daughter went for my wife, there was some kind of struggle and then my daughter walked out.
I really am at the end of my tether. My wife called the crisis team which I have under since my breakdown, which is there to support me and they told me I'd been discharged two weeks ago, no letter, no nothing. Even though I'm next to her, literally wailing they didn't want to know.
I just feel like I'm totally loosing my family. I've calmed down now. Writing this has helped. But it just feels like everything is falling apart. Could she really have been faking her relationship with us all this time? I thought she was doing OK. Now I think maybe I've blown it, who wants to live with a Dad who's depressed and cries? I had started to feel a lot better; she probably thought I was gettig better too. Now I've just shown that I'm not.
