It's been a long time since I've posted. difficult child is still mentally ill...I still am trying to deal with the heartbreak, the betrayal (she was undoubtedly the one behind my home being entered and all of my gold/diamond jewelry and my husband's camera being stolen), still dealing with the anger....and yes, I still look at her facebook (through a friend's account) on occasion....less often as I learn to detach more every day. She's a gangster wanna be...and posts things that I have to wonder...was she switched at birth? How did this creature come from MY loins? She posted this: "Talk about growin up ed up, I grew up with a mentally ill mother, so it's no wonder that I'm slightly askew. Her fanatical religious views had me sittin in pews 8 days a week, and because of that me and God didn't speak for a while. Now I crack a smile when asked my religious preference, I utter a Tech N9ne reference replyin, I'm a KLUSTERFUK. I mixed up all the stuff religion that had to o...ffer, boiled it in my cauldron till the bullshit burned off it. All that was left was love, I can't say I always rise above the trivial in my life cause I don't .. Sometimes my ego won't allow me to walk away, if you know what I'm sayin. I've done a lot of drugs, , I've done a lot of thugs, but in the end .. As long as I'm aligned with love, I KNOW I'm livin righteous. All that was left was love, I can't say I always rise above the trivial in my life cause I don't .. Sometimes my ego won't allow me to walk away, if you know what I'm sayin. I've done a lot of drugs, , I've done a lot of thugs, but in the end .. As long as I'm aligned with love, I KNOW I'm livin righteous. — feeling steady." Then a day later she posted that she missed her Auntie Val sooooooo much. Val is my sister who would kick difficult child's ass into next month if she were still here. She died in Oct 2012. And I miss her so much. She helped me put my daughter's actions and idiocy in to perspective. Anyway, the crap difficult child posted are actually lyrics from some stupid rap song. Which my daughter-in-law suggested...saying "She just honestly doesn't write that coherently...it's gotta be song lyrics." Will it ever stop hurting? Will I ever not feel this anger and betrayal? That ungrateful, lying, thieving, delusional little creature has brought me nothing but heartbreak since she was born. And that's the truth.