The last incarceration my oldest had, I debated long and hard whether to see her. I finally did...once. That was enough for me. 30 minutes with her on one side of the glass, me on the other, and of course, she has no problems. She smirked the entire time.
I walked out of there with a sense of closure, knowing I have done everything humanly possible and turned her over to God.
Next time she's incarcerated, and there will be a next time, there will be no visits from me, period.
I'm done with her while she continues to live the life she lives.