Adult children and me
Navigating adult children can be quite something.
They will always be your children, you will view them, experience them in a way that no one else ever will.
You hear the unsaid, you feel their pain.
Stay quiet, say it, don't say the thing but perhaps he needs you to say the thing.
Is the thing being said going to help this - probably not, but you care - is it control, perhaps, is it enablement, it is.
At my most rageous 'you live under my roof' a startling reminder of when it was said to me.
Navigating adult children is akin to living with adult babies, they revert; as do you, it's pre-programmed.
And what about when there is hurt? It hurts.