First of all, I am a stepparent since 2013, bio parent since 2016, and my stepdaughter is an adult now. She went to University over a year ago after graduating high school with honors.
As far as I can tell, she had one successful semester and then began to bed rot in her dorm. None of this really came to light until the spring when she had no idea what her last day of class was. Things unraveled at that point and it's been over six months of standing by while my adult stepdaughter bed rots every. single. day.
My husband just admitted a pattern that I'd already observed: his daughter comes to our house and immediately has a bawling pity party about how awful things are at her mom's. She tells him of her aspirations and we plan to help her with paperwork and any rides needed. Then she just bed rots every day until my husband finally boils over (weeks later). Then, lo and behold, she has to go to her mom's for something. Rinse and repeat.
It's easy to speculate that something may have happened to her. From my observations, she hasn't had much of any life experience, unless she's been moonlighting as Hannah Montana or something. I believe any extreme circumstance would be known if there were any.
It's a delicate position being a stepparent. One false move and you go to stepparent jail. I'm kidding of course but it feels something like that.
So anyways, my husband is on his rant about how his daughter is playing mind games with him and he's noticed she comes here to escape her mom's and vice versa. She isn't moving forward in life. She hasn't applied for any jobs, school, doctor's appointments, etc. She is very fortunate to have not one, but two households that provide for her as an adult.
I am truly concerned with her staying in her room about 23/7 (outside about once a week) and not having any accountability even to complete a chore. An even toned reminder of any expectation leads her to returning to her mother's. I feel like by enabling her, we are failing her. Nobody ever raises their voice to her. I might gently tap on her door and say, "Dinner is ready." I guess she is somewhat like a roommate at this point.
Once again, I reiterate that it's very easy to rock the boat as a stepparent.
Has anyone here had similar experience with young adult children (hopefully with a successful outcome)? Stepparent or not. Does anyone have any advice for me or that I could apply to my husband?