My dad left me and my brothers and sister to pretty much fend for ourselves from when I was aged 7 onwards (apart from the average of about 20 days per year when he'd be with us). It was exasperating that he was emotionally closer to the children of his second wife than he was to his own children.
Living in my mother's home was unpleasant and uncomfortable. And at times, being her child was an exercise in being hardened to embarrassment.
We spent most week-ends at my grandparents house. They provided a bit of stability and "normal traditional" food. They provided no emotional warmth to any of us, apart from my oldest brother who they put on their pedestal.
My next older brother physically bullied me. He eased up a bit when I started fighting back in a "we're both gonna hurt each other, with him able to hurt me more" kind of way. I was relieved when he went off to uni. Goodbye tyrant!
My first year at uni turned out to be very easy. Easier than living in my mum's home.
I struggled with the man to woman social skills for the first 4 months, but was able to work things out for myself - to a good enough extent - that I was able to get by after that.
And the funny thing is, I look back on my childhood as being overwhelmingly positive, because of the things we'd get up to when we weren't at school.
The main things that my parents did to make my life at uni very easy was nothing conscious from them. It was just them being them. Nobody's perfect and we all have our own journeys in life.
Girlmum, how about you focusing on being you and you giving yourself the very best life you reasonably can?
Whilst allowing your daughter to get on with her transformation from childhood to independent adulthood?
You'll see her again at Easter. Make her proud of the progress you make in your life between now and then.