Glad you like it, firelight! I have to keep re-reading it and it helps.
I'm in a slightly different frame of mind today. I woke up not thinking like a victim or a martyr - which is how I feel most of the time. My thoughts this morning were, you know what? If DD doesn't appreciate me, then that's her loss. She was so blessed with a great Mom to counteract her self-centered, heartless father and to protect her from him. Everything I've done for her since before she was born was a gift of love. Every gesture since has been my pleasure and my joy. But they were gifts, not something I owe her, and not only do I not deserve her bad treatment, I will not accept it. Who does she think she is to begrudgingly do me the odd favor here and there, to barely come through with a card on my birthday or Mother's Day, to patronize me with her tiny attentions cast sparingly my way now and then? I say, don't do me any "favors," DD! If you don't know what you've got by now, then I don't know what to say. Until DD can feel some appreciation for the great blessings that have been bestowed on her in this life, and do whatever it is she does for me with thankfulness that she still has me here to talk to, then I will not be accepting any begrudging crumbs thrown my way. DD doesn't acknowledge it, so I have to - and I'm going to say it like it is - she was so lucky to have me as her Mom!
Until she "gets" that other people have feelings, that they are important and that she is not the center of the Universe, then this silence between us will continue. I don't deserve it, it's not what I earned, and I'm not accepting it. I love her from a distance and wish her all good things.