tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398906867139907280.post6112107451003911295..comments2024-02-24T18:17:14.635+08:00Comments on SeniorsAloud: WHEN ADULT CHILDREN HIT THEIR PARENTSseniorsaloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15349552912264950538noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398906867139907280.post-59790492968429374432017-09-08T23:56:24.879+08:002017-09-08T23:56:24.879+08:00My daughter passed away on Jan. 21 the next mornin...My daughter passed away on Jan. 21 the next morning my 45 year old son and his wife came over to my daughters apt. Where I was staying, and as they walked in they both started screaming at me. Something about me killing his dad. His dad is very much alive, we have a good marriage for the last 50 years. After they both got done screaming at me my son slapped me, broke my glasses, cut my nose. My husband had left to go to the store as they walked in and came back only after this had happened. He did not say anything or do anything.. do you think he knew what was going to happen?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00157822017217862484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398906867139907280.post-34528807107802531292017-07-17T02:02:06.654+08:002017-07-17T02:02:06.654+08:00I just left a comment and forgot my email. susanpe...I just left a comment and forgot my email. susanpeabody@gmail.comA Brighter Tomorrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09064045670649256456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398906867139907280.post-89305535998272329282017-07-17T01:59:00.132+08:002017-07-17T01:59:00.132+08:00I am sitting here with a black eye thinking I am a...I am sitting here with a black eye thinking I am all alone, and then I found this site. I am codependent. My son is unemployed and addicted to shopping and fixing up his rented house because he said I never provided him with a house when he was growing up. When I do not give him money he hits me. He said this is what I deserve for slapping him when he was a child. I live with him because I gave him my rent money and got evicted. That was a big mistake. Now I am trapped in an abusive situation and don't want to leave because I take care of my sister with dementia and my husband who is dying of cancer. When does the needs of others leave off and your needs begin. I just want to run away and never come back. I know my guilt about what I did to my son when is was a child is holding me back, but it won't go away. How do you move on when you are abandoning so many people. Thank you for listening . . .A Brighter Tomorrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09064045670649256456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398906867139907280.post-46031420778136649302016-02-04T19:07:05.616+08:002016-02-04T19:07:05.616+08:00I have a grown daughter, the mother of my 4 grandc...I have a grown daughter, the mother of my 4 grandchildren. I thought we had a great relationship but found out different. One day when i was at her home, she was telling the children not to tell me things, to lie to me. I said to my daughter do not teach your children to lie. She pushed me out of her house with me falling backward out the door. I called the police they said I was a mother. We ended up reconciling. 3 to 4 years later when they were all visiting my house my daughter and her boyfriend beat me up very bad, broken nose, black eyes, choked, glasses broken. I called the police, they took a report and later when they were talking with the boyfriend finding out that he had served in the military they buddied up with him and were laughing. I asked what was funny about me getting beaten. I will never call the police again for help, not ever. Now she is not letting me have any contact with the grandchildren, using them as a pawn. The CPS is siding with my daughter and making me out to be the abuser instead of the victim. I never hit my children or even spanked them while growing up. Never any violence in the home ever. My daughter was 32 years old when she did this abuse the 2nd time. parentconfusedandhurthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16938813519929186169noreply@blogger.com