I didn't even recognize her. She was all difficult child. She screamed and cried and said she won't go and she's living with her friends. She would rather live in a dumpster. She is NOT going to be called trailer trash. She would rather live in a dumpy old house than a nice trailer and SHE WON"T GO WITH US AND WE CAN'T MAKE HER. She was totally freaking out. She doesn't want to lose her friends and everyone will laugh at her if she lives in a trailer park (I'm not sure she's exaggerating.). After her fit, I started crying and then she acted all sorry, but it was too late. I was ready to admit myself to a psychiatric hospital myself. It was ugly and horrible with everyone screaming. Hub is driving her to the park right now to show her the nice houses, but, in my heart, I will remember what she said and be afraid that this move will ruin her life. My ex-drug abuser daughter moved in 8th grade, and that's when she started using drugs. A big difference is that daughter doesn't have to change schools. But I still have a bad feeling about it. But what else are we supposed to do? If we rent, we have to put our dogs to sleep and she doesn't want to do that either! I'm so worn out. I just want to run away and never come back. This is so horrible.