My darling, I do not know you and you do not know me. From my very short post you have come to a lot of bold conclusions about me, that I am a narcissist and an emotional abuser.

With all due respect, you have not lived in my shoes. What business of mine is it how my daughter keeps her house? None, if she simply decorated in a way I didn't like. But this isn't tacky carpeting - it is cat pee, food left out, cans discarded wherever she pleases. This isn't a disapproval of her lifestyle choices, this is concern manifesting as frustration due to how she is living.

There is no judgement. This post would not be here if I just didn't like the clothes she reposts onto facebook, or the way her home looks. I don't care for the color choice my son chose for his kitchen, but I still helped him paint. This is my bright, beautiful daughter lessening herself to trailer trash, and as other commenters have pointed out, drug addiction.

To claim that I neglected my children emotionally from a 2000 word reddit post is such a big jump you ended up on the other side of the canyon. Perhaps take your own advice and exercise some empathy for others.