After relative peace for a week or two all hell broke loose tonight. Kat was gone all day at an open house at a college about an hour away and I babysat. I had agreed to this weeks ago and knew the event really was taking place. Near the time Kat was supposed to be home KK started not feeling very well, so I called her to be sure she was coming home. She said she was on her way. When she got home KK started acting normally, but she looks really tired and I think she is because Kat did start a job this week, so her schedule has been changed. Kat then tells me she is taking KK to her friend's house because she is babysitting for them. I told her this was a bad idea since KK doesn't feel well. She proceeded to tell me she was fine, I couldn't tell her how to raise her kid, etc. I told her if she left and spent the night somewhere else she couldn't come back to my house. She loudly phoned someone to tell them how her mom was flipping out, etc., etc. Then shut herself and KK in her room. Shortly after I left to run the dogs. When I got back she was gone. I called her and asked what was so important that she had to drag her tired child out. She told me she would only be gone an hour, I was crazy, blah, blah, blah. I told her this was the last straw and I was going to file for guardianship of KK. I had talked to her about this previously, but she seemed to be trying to get things together, so I took a wait and see approach. She started screaming that she hoped I did because she would tell the judge that I did drugs while she was growing up and that she was molested. That everyone she talks to who knows me thinks I'm crazy and that I'm a POS. I didn't respond to any of this, but just asked if she was done and when she said yes I hung up. WTF? Of course I was not a perfect mother, but none of that happened and even if it did how in the world would that effect what is going on with KK? In the past 3 years I divorced my 2nd husband, which was not a good relationship, lost a bunch of weight and in general have focused on me and getting my sh*t together. It's almost like that makes her angry. I'm literally speechless right now. I can't even believe how crazy and mean my own kid is. I wish she wasn't my kid. Sorry, but I just had to get all of this out because nobody else would even believe it. P.S. I am crazy, but I blame that on Kat.