Hello again
Peeps 
Wow, what a troublesome, hurtful history you share with your daughter...both of you having suffered because of an abuser. I am so, so sorry this happened to you...to your daughter.

There is no doubt, because of that treatment, many wounds were left behind. I can only imagine how much you have put into healing your wounds. I sincerely hope you give yourself loads of credit.
Of course there has been the extra burden on you being the mother...she being the child...when the unthinkable was happening. I would wager a guess that over the years you have also suffered from, and tried to fight off, guilt as you interacted with your daughter...maybe giving her more leeway because of the past?
There is so much written about the need for boundaries. While some boundaries should be written in stone, there are others that could be re-negotiated. Telling your daughter that, if you continue to help her, she needs to be pro-active in her therapy, does not sound to me like one that should be re-negotiated.
Then comes the subject of financial aid to her. Your wallet is YOUR wallet. Although your daughter has a hard time with life, she is an adult and you are not obligated to share with her what you own.
Abusive language...not acceptable. I am in my senior years and when my daughter's abusive language towards me started to escalate I was warned that could well turn into physical abuse. I had to set boundaries that were written in stone to protect myself.
I do know what it feels like to receive angry letters from a daughter. I do know what it feels like to have my grandchildren used as pawns against me. The word "hurtful" is an under-statement. For so many years I became my daughter's "victim". Instead of holding my head up and guarding my dignity...believing in myself….I would absorb every word. That had to change and I was the only one wanting/willing that to happen.
Peep, while both of us can be the targets of our daughters, I so realize that you have gone through so much more trauma in your life than I have in mine. With that said, the job we both face is role-modelling to these troubled love ones who share our lives...the ones who tug at our mother-heart-strings. We need to show them what it looks like to stand up to bullying.
I do hope you continue on here...pouring out your heart and your hurts as you put one foot in front of the other towards better tomorrows that you well deserve. Know, though, that it will be babysteps...no magic turn-arounds. You are a well-weathered-veteran having gone through what you have gone through.
Not fair that some can sail through life while others find themselves swimming from one lifeboat to another...right?
Huat
