I've been living with my worst fail for the last 3.5 years and it got terribly bad in the last 3 months.
In 2014, my oldest daughter was married and divorced all within a span of 4 months. Her ex was a cheater, an abuser, a liar. You name it. He took all her money, all the wedding gifts, everything she had that was of any value.
She moved back home. She was supposed to get a full-time job. She got and quit 4 or 5 part-time jobs. She never paid any rent to us. (we had agreed that she would and we would save it for her and give it back if/when she ever moved out). She never bought groceries, or TP, or soaps, or anything. She didn't clean up the backyard after her dog used it as her toilet. I could go on, but I won't.
In August, 3 years after she returned, I finally had enough and told her she had to move out by the end of the month. A week later, my husband and I went to FL on vacation and came home a week later to an empty house. Literally. She and all her stuff and MY LIVING ROOM FURNITURE were gone! When we tried to text her to find out why she said that I said she could have it if she ever moved out. Well, maybe I did, but I guess I never really thought she was going to move. That was the last text we had from her. We don't know where she is. She's not talking to her sister for fear that she will say something to us. All we know is that is safe somewhere (her cousin told us that).
I've cried almost every day since August. At the time, I thought my marriage was over, too, but my husband has finally realized that he was the enabler in allowing Krissy to act like a spoiled teenage even though she is 32 years-old. We are slowing trying to work on our marriage. It's been hard, but we are no longer fighting over her and our home is peaceful again.
Even though I've always said that I wanted her to move out, this was not how it was supposed to happen. She was supposed to be an independent woman, and take care of herself. I really thought I raised both of my daughters that way, but with this one, I really failed.