I know we've had this discussion many times before, and this may just turn out to be a vent more than anything else because I don't think there's a solution other than time and one of us moving out. I decided this morning that Diva is a difficult child, flat out. Her behaviors are challenging my very last nerve, which is worn and hanging by a thread. While it may well be typical teen stuff, she is really just about the most unpleasant person I've ever lived with. thank you was challenging, no doubt, but his stuff was more.... I don't know, no holds barred? Less personal, more out there. Diva is just flat out *mean*. And oh my gosh, she has a real knack for going right for the emotional jugular. Deja vu - gosh I remember being in this space with- thank you, dreading the moment he would wake up. I cannot believe that we're right back here *again*, 13 years later, with another kid. husband is just lost - I think he's as hurt as I am by her tirades. I feel so bad for him. It's been a really rough year. Her moods are all over the place. Tried counseling. End result of that was she doesn't "trust" adults because of husband, me, thank you, and Boo; therefore cannot talk to a counselor. You know, I think that is what is really irking the heck out of me - she blames every darn thing on her family life, which absolutely was not Cleaver-land, but in my humble opinion one either needs to work on it or get over it. She will do neither. And it's wearing *really* darn thin having to hear 6 out of 7 days a week how we've totally ruined her life. I know, probably in typical teen range of "normal", but.... O.M.G. I'm so bone weary of having every morning start out with- her garbage. Doesn't matter how gently I tread - something is going to set her off, guaranteed. Tried psychiatrist. He "creeped me out." We have yet to meet any doctor who doesn't creep her out. She refused antidepressant. Fast forward 6 months. Now she just wants to take medications, no counseling. Insert evil laugh here - I don't know how on earth I did it, but I found an MD who does *counseling*. The MD title will get her to the office - I told him flat out, it's up to him from there, 'cuz she's just a mess. appointment is 05/24. I've lost my footing with- her. With thank you, I found a place where, more often than not, I could deal with- whatever he threw my way. Not to say I didn't get upset or whatever, but ... I was able to at least present to him a pretty consistent face, you know? Diva's got me so dizzy, I feel like I'm just ping-ponging between her occasional pleasant self and the far more frequent angry, blaming, angst-filled kid. I have *got* to find a middle ground and hold fast, and I'm really struggling with that. I will never be enough of a mom to her - I think that's a genetic issue, LOL, 'cuz I felt/feel the same way about my mom. But gosh, I was so hoping to be able to do better with- Diva. Sigh... no answers, no solutions, so many flipping issues with her, and I am just so utterly worn out. Every suggestion I make to try to get her help is shot down so fast it makes my head spin. Again, probably typical teen attitude of nothing will help but.... GAH!!!! Fix it or deal with it but quit making everyone around you so flipping miserable! She just completely doesn't see it, at all.