I have a note, addressed to me in my first name (and H). I am not opening it, at least tonight. Why did she leave? Well, let me count the ways. We're mean, I'm a b**ch, she has no car, she's bored, she has no car, I won't let her use my car, she has no cigarettes, I never listen to her, I don't care what she has to say, I laugh in her face.....and on and on and on and on. I've been listening to her since the very first time she cried, she's been crying since and she hasn't stopped. And it's part true about the not listening. I am not listening lately when she speaks. I either tune her out or assume she's lying or, on the off chance I am half listening, what she is telling me usually either upsets me or makes me want to puke because I just cannot believe what her life is all about. We fought this evening, well, I should say that SHE fought, I just calmly reiterated what I've been saying all along. Then she hit me. Then she threw a large bottle of juice at me, but it missed and nearly crushed my easy child's puppy (God forbid easy child hears about that, she'll never let me sit her furbaby again). Anyway, when she hit me, I laughed. My arm stung where she slapped me, but the whole thing was so ridiculous to me, that I actually laughed - it just popped out. That inflamed her more. Then she threw the juice bottle at me. That's when I went down the hall and told her to pack up a few things, that I was calling her dad and bringing her to the ferry tomorrow - she could go live at his house and that if she didn't want to go there, she can find somewhere else, but she can't live here. She threatened to slit her wrists. I spontaneously laughed and said, "Oh God, here we go. Please, gimme a break, would you? Just shut up." so calmly, it was eery. I have a couple of hectic days at work Mon-Wed and my spare time will be very slim. IOW, I do have a life outside of her melodrama. Anyway, I told H to drive her, I didn't want to. I'm furbaby sitting and I have to shower and finish laundry tonight. I knew she'd have the nerve to ask me to stop at Mobil for cigarettes (and that I'd buy some for me too!) and I know that if H drives her, he likely will not do that. And I was right, she asked me and when I informed her that H will be driving her, she groaned. She's staying at my friend's house. But my friend said it is just for tonight and that difficult child's monkeyboy (and anyone else) was not allowed over. I'm glad she's staying there as opposed to any of her loser friend's houses at least. Last night, after another row with her, I actually locked my bedroom door when I went to sleep because she was so enraged and I actually felt as if she could hurt us in our sleep! How messed up is that? I slept with the phone under my pillow and the door locked. It was stifling in there, but I didn't feel safe falling asleep with my door open. I think that's messed up. Anyway, had to tell someone. I wonder if H will talk to her about anything at all. He told me this morning he's tired of it all and can't even talk with her at all without feeling his blood pressure go up. I feel the same. Last night I felt my chest cave in and my breathing became abnormal. It was a scary feeling. Hitting the showers. This bites.