I’M 55, AND MY DAUGHTER IS 25. SHE MOVED OUT AT 18, CRAVING HER OWN SPACE AND FREEDOM—I WAS PROUD OF HER
Although we lived apart, she used to visit regularly. But over the past year, something changed. First, she missed her stepdad’s birthday dinner. Then my birthday, Christmas, and Thanksgiving. Every invitation was met with an excuse. When I asked if everything was okay, she’d say, “I’m just really busy,” and quickly end the call. I…