Little children, little worries, big children, big worries!

I sometimes wonder when someone in the family is commiting a fault who´s responsibility it is to act or do not do anything.

 My daughter is 15 going on 16 and she has a boyfriend who she has not met IRL. They realtionship is through the internet and they talk for hours. I don´t find that so strange, we are living in the new millenia and things are not quiet as they were when I was that same age.
The point is that he is afraid of meeting with her. He thinks that she will not like him at all when they finally meet. That is stupid but she is okay with it. Meanwhile is her mother (me) thinking how this relationship is going to survive if things don´t change. Possibly is he a fine young kid, only a year younger than he but he is definitely not feeling well at all.

 He has anxiety and he often tells her that he is going to take his life, that he hurts himself and that he doesn´t want to live anymore. The kid hates himself and that is a real pity but is it my daughters task to take care of him? I´m not suggesting that she just leaves him to himself, of course she has to be there for him, but how much responsibility does she have to take? 
The first thing that came to my mind was of and drug addict, that can keep it together when the family is supporting him. The family is addicted to and supports the continuing addiction of the person. I sometime feel that she is getting there, she is addicted aswell and facilitates him to go on with his threats of taking his life or hurting himself. 
He has send her pictures of how he hurts himself, she showed them to me, she still has that trust to tell me what is going on. 

 I´m just seeing a young woman become a co-addict to support him. Is that the way it should be? Is that her fate, to take care of others, when is she going to take care of herself? 
I understand why she is doing it, she does not want to lose him but she will do it anyway. 
She has not so good self esteem so that she understands that she is going to lose him anyway.
But since I´m her mother she thinks that I don´t know anything.

 to be continued...

 Namaste!

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