The daughter moved away from us, now lives with her friend, and with us almost does not communicate, I do not understand why she has changed so much.

The older generation rarely misses a moment not to reproach the youth that this time it is completely girded. “Of course, there were shots earlier. Those who did not put their elders in anything, behaved defiantly and in general, prison has been crying for them for a long time. But these were units, and now! In fact, of course, everything is a little bit wrong. And the young generation of today simply realized for themselves, What is pride?. When you can live and act as you see fit. With no control from above.



So why did this happen? It is simple: the unshakable principle that old people always know better has changed. How to live this life, how to work, how to communicate. Now the young people decide what to do. She earns more, she understands better in modern technology. He understands something in life. So the old dogmas are slowly receding. Of course, not everyone likes it. But there's nothing they can do. So it’s no surprise that “the modern generation is the worst ever.”

After my daughter moved into a separate apartment, I stopped recognizing her. I would never have thought that a native person would be able to treat me, his mother, as someone else, simply and without excess water. I understand that many people probably have a similar situation. But what happens to young people today is beyond decency. My father, whatever he is, supports my point of view.



Olya is our only child. We invested a lot in her upbringing, in her education after all. I’ve often heard people say that sooner or later she will go to another family. She's not a son to worry about. But we always had one. And, in general, why words, if the native ties are not water - just so will not break... My husband and I were probably wrong. But I still don't understand why this happened.

Yes, I agree to admit that Oli's childhood did not take place in the most ideal conditions. My husband and I were always fighting. Then he left the family, then me. It was just a period. We both got together after the divorce. We had a past, separate, so to speak. I had some feelings for my ex-husband. And my real husband, Oli's father, could never understand that. To express his dissatisfaction, he left the family. For a while.



Adults are human, too. So I don’t want to repent to someone, that’s all. But, believe me, it always played into our daughter's hands. Each of the parents wanted to stand out in relation to their child. I tried to understand Olya, always communicated with her as an adult. My husband, though less sociable, made up for his absence with his wallet. Therefore, probably at some periods, Olya could be called spoiled.

Walk wherever you want, talk to whomever you want – this paradigm was in our family, but only because I was confident in my child. I thought it would make her grow up faster, and it would make her less troubled. But at some point, her father and I finally got along. I thought this would be the point where our family would be fully reunited. Olga never criticized any of us and generally, quite calmly treated our relationship.



Until then, as it turns out. Because as soon as she had the opportunity to earn her own money, she was shot out of her home. Just six months after her father and I finally made up. Neither persuasion nor demands helped. She found herself able to work from home, to make, as far as I know, good money. In fact, I don’t have a daughter anymore. Just a man I really want back.

Olga lives not alone, but with a friend. She is 21 years old and I have no legal rights to her. At all. We talked to her a couple of times, but it was only because she wanted to take some of the personal belongings she and my father had in the apartment. And that's it, no communication of the daughter with her parents, no news. Just a few dry phrases and her friend in the background. I think that's what's stopping my daughter and I from reuniting.



Don't get me wrong, I had a best friend at her age who I thought we weren't scared of. But over time, I know what comes out of it. I sometimes see my best friend on the news on social networks, and at most, I congratulate her with a holiday card. Stupidity is all and is not worth the time spent. I think Ole needs to make peace with us, her parents, right now. And, secondly, to find a reliable man. And then she can feel normal. Bravely look to the future.

My husband also supports me and threatens to find the apartment in which Olya lives and return her back. I don't support that much, though. We're not quite old yet, we're heading to the fifth ten. Yeah, maybe not too modern and made a lot of mistakes in the past. But they never hurt their child, on the contrary, gave her more freedom than other parents to their children. So now, should we spit on everything and turn a blind eye to Oli's treatment of us? I don't think so.



I guess I'll have to go directly to court. Let the state solve our common problem. Perhaps Olga has become too proud. And I don't care what her father and I raised, anyway, but in a full family. Yeah, it won't give us any points, and in some ways we'll look pretty weird. I admit it. But where do we go if our own child doesn't want to reckon with our feelings? With our demands. Hard times require tough decisions.