Tough one Kat. My daughter and I fought and she decided she wanted to go live with Dad. It almost killed me, but I let her. She still loves him, as she should, but he's no longer the knight in shining armor. That was when she was 16. Now she's 31 and we have been the best of friends (even the bestest of friends fight now and then) since she was 19. I was with her in the birthing room when her first and second(a year later)were born. Her husband was young and terrified.

I guess I just let her be her and supported everything she decided she wanted to do with her life, even when I knew it was the worst possible choice. I knew she had to make her own mistakes. She loves me for that.

Now let's talk about my 22 yr old son... ;-)

Just let her know you're there if she needs you. She'll be back.

Happy Bastille Day!

Love, annap