My thoughts have been going in circles all evening, and I just need to get everything out. Maybe this vent is 18 years overdue, I just don't know. Anything I do or say just rolls off her back, I don't think she cares about anything, my mom says she does, she's so hostile to Hubby for no reason, won't even answer a question...OK, breathe, back up, I'll try this in a more coherent fashion. Miss KT is back to her old witchy ways when it comes to Hubby. She HATES him and can't even bring herself to speak to him like a civilized person. She went to a concert Tuesday night, we'd gotten the tickets for her birthday present. She went to the fair this afternoon. Hubby hadn't seen her, so he asked her how the concert was. Her response (in a really snotty tone)? "I didn't go to a concert." He asks, "Didn't you go last night?" "That one. Yeah. It was fine." OK then. I have a cold, the flu, something that's wearing me out, besides the armed camp I'm living in. I went to lay down about 6 this evening, and was awake, but not in the room, for the next confrontation. Miss KT: Did you ever fix the printer? (again, the snotty tone) Hubby: Yes, it's hooked up. Miss KT: Then why can't I print from my laptop? Hubby: If you'll bring it...Miss KT: F it, I'll just go to Nana's. Stomp, stomp, stomp. She would have slammed the door, but she doesn't have one. It's pretty hard to slam a curtain. I haul myself up and go ask her what her problem is. She doesn't care. About anything I have to say. And cares nothing about showing any respect. Everything is just fine when HE'S not home, and she just doesn't get that she's the one causing the difficulties. I give up on trying to talk to her, go out in the living room...and then my head starts spinning. I'm not a person who ever wanted a houseful of kids. I'm not a warm, nurturing earth mother type. Had I not gotten pregnant unexpectedly, I doubt that I would have tried to have a child. I don't know what it's like to have the normal type mom experiences. Everything with Miss KT has been a battle of some kind. I envy people who enjoy spending time with their kids, because, for the most part, I don't. She's rude, hostile, and mean to Hubby, she's wrecked most family-type gatherings, alienated herself from Hubby's family, with the exception of Son #2, whom she adores. She has my mom snowed, to the point where my mom is firmly on Miss KT's side, so Hubby and I are the bad guys. She's divisive and does a great job of driving a wedge between people. I'm stressed, almost to the breaking point, I've been sick for weeks, and I'm back to living in an armed camp, in the middle, all because my daughter refuses to show even the tiniest amount of respect for my husband. Although it may not be politically correct to say this, there are many, many days where I wish I had not had a child. I look around and see people who get great joy from their children. Her rudeness and hostility makes her so difficult for me to like. I know there's nothing I can do about her attitude. I can't fix her, change her, help her...I feel really sorry for her, though. She's rejected her father and his family, Hubby and his family, and says she doesn't care about not having a father. If you made it this far through my late-night ramblings, thank you.