Parents of Estranged Adults:
Are you tyrannized by the painful emotions?

by Sheri McGregor, M.A.

estranged adultsAnother year has rolled around to Independence Day. America gained its independence 241 years ago. But do you feel free now? Or are you tyrannized by painful emotions caused by an estranged son or daughter?

For some parents of estranged adult children, the shock is so new that disbelief sets in. You can’t imagine the cutting-off could possibly continue. Yet you worry how long it will, and how much time is passing. Emotionally raw, your mind plays and replays vile words or a torturous final scene. Troubling dreams wake you in the night—if you sleep at all.

I know the agony of feeling powerless over a situation. I’ve suffered the tears, anger, and bitterness that result when an adult child walks away.

But I also know those feelings can change. With a conscious decision and proactive steps to support yourself, parents of estranged adults don’t have to remain in pain.


I can honestly tell you that my heart no longer aches for my estranged adult son. If I sat and dwelled on the experience, then I could conjure up and recall the pain. But doing so would be a choice. Although it feels odd, maybe even harsh to say, the truth is, I don’t think of him all that often anymore. My life has moved forward. I have stepped into new places and situations. There is good in my life—and there are also more pressing hurts.

My estranged son lives his life, and I live mine. On the occasions he comes to mind, I wish him well. There’s no more imagining the what-ifs. No more putting myself through the torture of wondering whether he’ll come back. I don’t contemplate whether he’s okay, if I’ll ever meet his children, see him again, or even hear his voice.

I made a decision not to ask the questions that lead to endless loops:

  • Why did this happen?
  • What happens if he comes back?
  • Where did I go wrong?

Instead of wondering why he made his choices, I think: Why go there?

Even for parents of estranged adults: Peace in the present

It helps to have processed the hurt, examined where the
experience has changed me and my estranged adultother relationships, hopes, and dreams. Taking steps to make changes where they help, and make important decisions for the future can set the mind at ease. In my book, you’ll find ways to explore the future and make those sorts of decisions. How far will you go to reconcile, and what does that word mean? How does your estranged adult child fit into the end of your life—and how will your decision affect the others who are important to you? Realistically contemplating these and other situations, making decisions, and taking practical steps toward them paves the way for peace in the present.


Many parents write to me about unconditional love. The word “unconditional” implies that love is not withdrawn for any reason. Does that mean we’re required to put ourselves in danger to fulfill this sort of love? Does loving another human being, an adult child, mean that we allow them to hurt us forever?

I love my son. But it’s love that’s sort of frozen in time. I remember the cuteness of him, the curves of his young face taken over by angles as he matured, the way his eyes lit, the strength of him not to flinch when his brow was stitched as a young boy. I remember my pride when a teacher complimented him. Or, as he grew into a strong young man, the way he calculated the space between things—demonstrated by a ball tossed to the basket or in eyeballing a length of string that he cut to perfectly fit. I remember the amazing things, and feel glad to have been a part of them.

If I really wanted to, I could think of him now in a similar way. I could imagine him as a husband who loves his wife and as a son-in-law who honors her parents. As a man, he must go about his days being courteous to others he meets along the way. And I can stop there. I don’t have to examine and re-examine the things he doesn’t do. The years we spent together were a season, a time. Now I’m in a new time. To be fair, so is he.

Where are you?

We can get stuck in the disappointment. We can put ourselves back in the hurt. Or we can move on.

Some parents of estranged adult children continue to reach out and try. There’s nothing wrong with that. If you choose to do so, it’s wise to honor yourself in the process. Set some goals that support your well-being. Contemplate practical issues such as how often you’ll reach out, how you’ll handle the possible disappointment of being rejected yet again, and how you feel about the choices you make—there’s help in my book for those things.

Among the thousands of parents in sustained estrangements who have shared their thoughts with me, the ones who have reclaimed happiness also stop putting themselves in the way of continued hurt. It’s a choice we make whether to give an estranged adult child the opportunity to continue to inflict pain. We can let the person know we’re willing, if at some point, they change their mind. We can set boundaries. We can decide what we would need from any future relationship. We can even change our mind at any time. And we can go on with our lives before it’s too late.

Stepping out

We can heal. The research, examples, question sets, and exercises in my book are designed to help you move forward one step at a time.  Parents of estranged adults can support themselves with self-compassion, our own wisdom, and the help of others who have walked a similar path. As thousands of parents will tell you, the path ahead gets brighter.


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7 thoughts on “Freedom

  1. angela c.

    HUGS to Sheri,her husband and other children too.Most in this ‘undefinable epidemic’are fortunate to have support and true love in your lives.
    Authentic and Genuine I’m caregiver to all,caregiven by none-Helping others feeds my soul,what a world…
    I was balancingand just living my final chapter until May 2020
    I read Anna FN just now…I was Born STRONG by God for this unpredictable journey to Endure more than my share…is an ‘understatement’for the small majority of Lifetime Survivors like myself.

    Pandemically defeated this Strong Independent Unconditionally Loving Selfless IMPERFECT Me…..ALONE w/o mygreatest kids of allOver a in/out of others homes as ‘He’ sends me in purpose to others.
    ‘On the road Nonna’in Gods graceful hands only-I woke up today 5 senses in tact=All else a bonus! I continue to send wkly/biwkly pkgd.Love to my grandson of 9 5 2020 I will never meet,or hug my own 2,and future grandchildren=my Incompleteness is a daily death sentence as I only ‘exist'(?)how much longer and stronger God,only you know Lord‍‍✌
    Full Version of Serenity Prayer I offer to you all….cause it’s all I got.
    Been told I touch lives daily,as God uses my endless pain/incompleteness to just… Be the light for others
    Amen amen amen…..
    oxo oxo oxo oxo oxo oxo oxo just Me

  2. Barb

    Thank you Anna for the inspiration, applying it to my life will be a challenge, but one that I feel my husband and I are ready for. We have three adult sons 11 grandchildren with another on the way we were always extremely close to our boys, until our middle son married a narcissist, the stories are unbelievable, of disrespect, the last straw was my sons wife telling me she would punch me in my face, ( only with many profanities) this happened three years ago and since my son has convinced his brother that we were crap parents! This has paralyzed us with depression, we can’t believe one spoiled girl could rip a family apart, my husband seems to handle this better than I do, I’m in shock how quickly kids can be turned against their own family! It’s hard to believe we’re dealing with happy, content people, happy people don’t deliberately hurt others,ESPECIALLY THEIR PARENTS, anyway my husband wants to move,but I’m still waiting for an reconciliation, our kids live close, but we don’t see them, ( only our youngest, thank God) I’m determined to live a happy life with my husband, but holidays and Birthdays are hard!!

  3. Cheryl M.

    Thank you for your words. It has been a year now since seeing my son and grandson. The pain has lessened….freedom in a way. I have found ways to remember my son and think about him positively and wish him well. We have stopped all communication per his wishes. There is always hope that someday he will miss us and open up the communication. In the meantime our grandson does not know us. However, Just the other day someone forwarded a picture of our grandson to us. Such a cherished photo. Every once in a while an angel sends us hope. We cherish those times, then move on with our lives as positively as we can.

  4. Andrea H.

    I am so thankful for your book, Done with the Crying, and your newsletter and all the courageous, strong rejected moms that share their experiences. Because losing my own mother at 13 years old, I always tried to to be there for all three of my children. However, my youngest daughter, who is 35 decided about 6 years ago that I was a terrible mom and she cut me out of her life completely about one year ago. Its actually somewhat of a relief as she has been very difficult to get along with for many years. The illustration of “The Boat” describes our relationship best. My love for her is frozen in time to when she was a child up to about 25. After that things went bad and nothing I did was making things better. So, I will keep loving my other two adorable children, seven grandchildren and wonderful husband. Sad days are getting fewer and thats a good thing!

    1. rparents Post author

      You’re welcome, Andrea. I’m glad you liked “The Boat.” There’s a bit more coming out on that soon….

      I’m happy to hear that you are gravitating toward those who are adorable and loving and that the happy days are increasing.

      HUGS to you and yours,
      Sheri McGregor

  5. A

    Love that is frozen in time is a good description of what was. I remember my children as wonderful children and growing into teenagers that anyone would be proud of. Healthy, Funny, Happy or so I thought but only to find out in their middle age years that I was a terrible Mom. I dwelt on this for more than five years after their “no more contact” email and now I can say they do not take up every minute of every day anymore. We have a choice to move forward or backwards but we cannot do both at the same time. Forward is my choice because I value my life and the lives of those around me and realize now that I was a pretty good Mom who cared for her children’s welfare. Both at home and at school they were busy with music, dance, gymnastics, karate and board games. We did the picnics, the zoo, music concerts and camping. They were not neglected or abused in any way. And yes I could have listened more and so on but I did the best I could do and stayed home until they left high school. I was there every day for breakfast, lunch and dinner! Their Dad and I were married forever it seems but after he died and I met someone else my adult children suddenly decided I was not a great Mom. Life goes on but it’s not easy. Everyone has to make a tremendous effort to go forward with a smile 🙂

    1. Anna FN

      Dear A: I so relate to your story, it closely resembles my own. I was the “determined” stay at home mom to give my two kids all that they needed emotionally. I was also their Girl Scout leader, room mother, soccer mom…you name it, I was there, including going to all of their games and cheer leading sessions. I did all of this despite having a psychopathic, alcoholic, emotionally abusive husband, who put on deceitful charm to our children, family, & friends. I coped pretty well by going to Alanon for years, and divorced when my two started junior and high school. This is when all hell broke out with my ex, who spent the rest of his life as a poor-me- tyrant, trying to destroy whatever happiness I found in my new life, and determined to destroy my children’s relationship with me, although I had moved to another state. When I finally remarried, two decades later (to a wonderful man), my ex put the final bolt on my coffin with my two adult children by acting like the pitiful reject! My grown adult children then cut me out of their lives & took away my beloved grand kids, because now they had to put up with their terminally harassing father! That was more than a decade ago, and my love for them today is also “frozen”, in a deep freeze, where it must stay unless they reconcile to me. No attempts would thaw them toward me. When I almost died from a surgery gone wrong, they never sent me a card or gave me a call, although they were told from my siblings I was close to death. I can describe my heart as being on ice now, as well. This last experience, where I felt they could care less if I lived or died, was my ticket to life, again. When I recovered, with the generous love and help from my husband, I was somehow healed from all of my deep pain with them. I want to live a full, loving life with my wonderful husband now and will not “allow” myself to grieve as I did in the past. I do believe we mothers can recover from the loss of the deep attachment love we experience with our children. I did, because I chose life and love, again. However, I do not allow myself to look at family albums any longer, and mourn over their faces and loss. I do look forward to seeing my grandchildren in the future, when their parents can no longer prevent me from seeing them, when they turn 18. Hopefully, they will be matured enough to welcome me back; but they could also be recipients of the same type of propaganda their father used to turn my two against me! If so, life will go on, again, for my husband and me. Deep sorrow, loss, and pain must make us stronger, and more resilient in our lives-not less. By surviving the worst loss imaginable-that of losing our beloved children, life has something greater in store for us. It enlarges our ability to cope with whatever comes our way, again. I know I now have the resilience to handle unimaginable loss in my life, and that gives me an inner confidence I never had before. Life’s lessons are tough, but worth the struggle if we accept them. My advice: don’t ever give up on your own inner strength to carry you through. It will.

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