Yesterday, daughter texted "needing," acting as though nothing had happened, as though she had not told lies to gain other's sympathy and handouts, as though she had not blasted me on social media. I was short but guarded (as I worry she will use anything I write out on her social media to blast me further). I let her know she had to handle her own affairs, what she needed to do, and that her behavior was unacceptable and wouldn't be tolerated. She was angry in her response but not abusive. To me. She used it to flame me on social media. I only found out when I had a friend "check on me," which was strange. And then at work, an unexpected hug and, "I saw what your daughter posted. I am so sorry." It was so humiliating, shaming, imagining the worst as I have no access (and don't want any) to her virtual attacks. My stomach turned, a heavy lump, and I felt the familiar panic, "What has she done now?" But then... I got angry. Very angry. How dare she. How dare she when I have spent my life being here for her, supporting her, tolerating her spite and lies and manipulations. How dare she when I gave her an amazing life, filled with activities, vacations, wonderful holidays and encouraging her to follow her post HS dreams. How dare she when she burned her bridges and I took her back in, put her back on track - only to discover she was doing drugs in my house and have HER scream at ME in a drug-fueled rage, to a point I was afraid for my physical safety. How dare she when no matter how she "throws me under the bus," tells whatever hateful stories she must to garner sympathy and handouts, that I refuse to speak badly of her or defend myself to those who judge me based on her stories. How dare she when I dropped my life, my job, my family and spent months after her accident by her side, handling her affairs, putting myself in financial debt and emotional turmoil, unable to sleep for fear for her, advocating for her. How dare she blame me for every wrong in her life while giving her biological father, who abandoned her when she was very young, a free pass and never holding him accountable and making excuses for him at every turn. How dare she take my love and use it against me, punish me with it, hold it as ransom to her ever escalating demands. She may drag herself to the lowest point possible...but dammit, I will RISE. I will rise above every attempt she makes to take me down with her. No matter how she tries to burn me along with her, like the phoenix, I will rise from the ashes. I refuse to let her destroy me, the rest of my family, and all we have built. If she cannot speak to me or about me with love, respect, gratitude, or even honesty, then I want nothing at all.