One day you wake up angry and in tears because you realize that someone whom you love thinks that you are a bank robber. Someone whom you thought knew you believes that you are a bank robber and they want nothing more to do with you. There is nothing that you can do about this. They are convinced. They are self righteous. They believe what they believe. They don't love you. They tell you and others repeatedly how they don't love you and how awful you are because you are a bank robber.
You have never robbed a bank and you never would rob a bank.
That is kind of what it is like. Just substitute the words "a bank robber" with the words "lying, controlling, abusive, and not a nice person". And substitute "someone" with the words "your child".
I will no longer spend time defending myself. We all make our choices. She has a right to her choice and she can believe whatever she wants to believe.
I have a lot to be grateful for in my life. Things might have been different but everyone has their personal tragedies and we all go on.