I have been texting difficult child since I received her driver's license in the mail. She has done a great job of completely ignoring me. So I texted her again yesterday and told her if she cannot be bothered to text back the person that is paying her cell bill, I can just disable the phone. So of course that gets a phone call and man alive, wish I never contacted her. You could hear the anger and irritation in her voice. She tells me she has been "mad ill" for a while now and that is why she hasn't called. I ask her why she didn't go to the doctor and she spouts off about how it means she has been a big b**** not sick. Oh, that kind of ill....lol. So I ask her if she is taking her medications - nope, there are side effects that she refuses to have (the same one I had) so then she spouts off how I could have warned her, blah, blah, blah. I told her it doesn't affect everyone the same way but I didn't stay on the phone with her. She was miserable and pretty much spitting nails so I said it was so lovely to talk to her and goodbye. She posted on Facebook around 2am, that "they say home is where you lay your head at night, guess the laundrymat is home." Apparently, no one else wanted to deal with her being a big b****, either. One would hope that sleeping in a laundrymat would be bottom.....but alas, I highly doubt it.