I'm done... I just can't take anymore. My daughter is 17 and have had problems in the past. It got so bad when she was 15, I had to send her to live with her father 2 hours away. When that didn't work out after 10 months (it would have been less if either of them had their way) she came back home and after a week, was living with my aunt and uncle up until the beginning of this year. I'm lucky (???) to have close family living near by, my aunt and Grandma are 4 blocks away and my mother lives an hour away.... the problem is my Grandma (who is 89 and going strong.. she still drives, shouldn't but does) believes my daughter can do no wrong and will let the whole world know it...my daughter included. This has caused major issues in the past and now has my mother on board. daughter had to move back to my house due to the fact my uncle became very ill and was only given a short time to live. My Aunt just couldn't do it. daughter was also given them a hard time, and my Aunt, who's a saint in my eyes, just couldn't handle her and my Uncle's illness. We had also been trying to get daughter home for months, she was only suppose to stay with my aunt a couple of months, go to counselling and return home. My aunt and I tried exhaustedly, but my daughter was told by my mother and grandmother that she could stay at my aunts as long as she needed. My Aunt and myself where left out of that little conversation. daughter was forced to move home, my uncle was slipping very fast. Three weeks after I found out that he was terminal, he past away. Needless to say this took a toil on the entire family, we are all very close and it still hasn't really hit home, with me anyway. My daughter was mad because she didn't have a choice in the matter, and was "forced" to move home and was not afraid to voice her opinion on the subject. My daughter, still at 17, will have a hissy fit when she doesn't get her own way. When she gets no sympathy at home, she runs to my Grandma, who she calls Nana, and gets all the sympathy she needs. Again she can do no wrong, and my Nana even told my Aunt, her daughter, that she should have given daughter more time, she wasn't ready to go home... my aunt, who had just watched her husband die in front of her..... this is what I'm up against. Today was the worst day I have ever had with daughter.... I just don't know if this can be repaired. I'm done, my husband is done, her father is done, and my Aunt, who loves daughter to pieces, is done. It started out like every other day, daughter was exhausted, didn't want to go to school, yet again.. there is always and excuse why she doesn't want to go to school. I had had a very bad week at work, had the day off and needed the down time to get things done. I woke up the pet monsters (I have another daughter 11 and a son 9 with my husband) and daughter, she came downstairs and announced she was not going to school. She hadn't been in 2 days, she waited for me to leave for work and came back home after I left. I got the call last night from the school she wasn't there and was she okay. This is after she left to go out with friends, and of course would not answer her cell phone or text messages... I waited for her to come home. Curfew is at 10:30, by 11:57pm, she graced me with her presence. Again another argument and her waking the whole house up and getting a door slammed yet again.... This morning I told her she was going to school, if she could stay out as late as she did, she could have a coffee and get her butt ready, she was not missing another day... welcome to the real world sweetheart... more screaming, cursing and door slams. After about 2 minutes, I had had enough. I still had the other 2 to get ready to go was tired from waiting up for daughter and didn't sleep well because of the argument, yet again. I went up to tell her to get dress to go, she standing in her door and informs me she is not going and I can't do anything about it. This point enough is enough, I take hold of her shoulders and try to direct her into her room to get ready and wham, sucker punch right to the nose... I could have knocked her on her scrawny little butt (I grew up with all boys cousins learn how to defend myself at a very young age), can see sucker punch #2 coming, grabbed her by both wrists, and held her on her bed until she calmed down. If I would have done anything like that to my mother, I would have been knocked into next week. Both my other children are standing right there, watching the whole thing, my son is freaking out. I get up and go downstairs to get myself together. daughter gets on the cell phone and calls 89 year old Nana, this is all happening at 7:30am... Next thing the house phone is ringing, I'm getting a blast from Nana, daughter comes downstairs, cell phone in hand, smirking. I take cell phone away from daughter, she charges at me for the phone, knock phone out of my hand, phone smashes on the floor in a million pieces, daughter attempts 3rd sucker punch and I pin her down on the floor. She then spits in my face, calls me a "Cee U Next Tueday" (I can't even type the word, I find it so vulgar) varies other names that I won't mention, tells me I'm a bad mother, I'm going to hell, I've abused her all her life, she had to work for everything she has...etc.. etc...she not living here anymore, she has had enough. Out the door she goes. All I could say was don't let the door hit you in the butt on the way out!! I have no idea where she is, my family wont' return my calls (waiting for my Aunt to get home, she's out of town), daughter has blocked me on her Facebook, no cell phone. Frankly I don't even know if I want her to come home...I'm just at my wits end. I locked all the doors tonight, guess if she does show up she's sleeping in the car...she's over 16, so the police wont' get involved unless there's a dispute... anyone else been in the same boat??? I just don't know where to go from here.. I don't want my other kids having to live with this. She my daughter, I love her, but I hate her right now... all of this because she didn't get her own way....she's burn her bridges with my Aunt, her father, and now me... I don't really know if I want her home....I don't know how much more I can take.