I have been dealing with-my very, very, very, very, very (did I say VERY?) needy 81-yr-old cousin, whom I flew in from NYC last wk and placed in a convalescent/rehab center (I'll save that story for another day, incl. the cat and security), and knew, intellectually, how hard it would be to deal with-difficult child AND her. She is a former actress and is her own worst enemy. No one knows how much pain she's really in, despite a broken coccyx which should have healed by now, a broken hip, which was repaired 2 yrs ago, and a compression fracture between L2 and L3. She is addicted to oxycontin, by the way. Her conversational mainstay is: "In NY, they never let you go with-o pain medications." (Oh, yeah?) and "Run down the hall and ask the nurse if she has my pain medications." (Every 4 min. ... the dr said I was enabling her.) She needs rehab. She needs to learn to walk again. I need a nap. (In fact, I took one today, instead of visiting her again as I had promised her. She'll be ticked but the world did not end.) A different cousin called and invited me to a MaryKay mtng (I buy and use it but am NOT a sales person NOR an extrovert, so I opted out of being a consultant many yrs ago) and she asked me to be her model. I had mixed feelings--one more thing to do. A favor for someone else. But She's fun, it's close to home, it's only an hr-and-a-half, blah blah blah. I went. It was fun and relaxing. I looked great when I left. They did the hard sell and I didn't worry in the least; I had already placed an order the day b4, by coincidence, for eye makeup remover, etc, and simply added a cpl things to the list and didn't even hand it in. No pressure. I drive home, walk in the door. Kitchen and DR are a mess. husband and difficult child are upstairs in our bed, in the dark, watching a laptop DVD. I walk in, hoping to show them my supposedly gorgeous face. "Hi!" difficult child doesn't miss a beat: "GO AWAY." I am slammed to the ground. Why do I let that happen? I thought I was above that. #^*^%%&!%^***!!!!!#*! The good news is, it incentivized me to do a search of cities in VA where I want to move. We have lived in an area that is conducive to husband's career but not mine. He came up with-the idea of moving to another area that is more conducive to my expertise, and opening a 2nd location for himself. Of course, he's all talk and no action ... so I did a Google search and found a great private spec. needs school and tons of artists and writers. When life gives you lemons ... (not to mention a P-O'd adrenaline rush) ... I'm planning on securing a Realtor within the next 6 mo's, assuming the real estate mkt picks up, and moving within a yr. Fingers crossed! No more getting kicked out of my own bed and getting dissed by a difficult child with-an attitude and a husband who won't or can't stick up for me. P.S. If my cousin lives that long, it will be a miracle. I'll deal with-moving her if and when the time comes.