Just going to jump in with my story, I am really not looking for advice; just throwing the BS out to the universe. My hope is maybe someone will say, it's not that bad, or hang in there. My daughter was never diagnosed with any mental issues, when she was 17, I set her up with a therapist. It was my understanding that they would test her (???) for a diagnosis. However, the therapist took away the ability for me to schedule the appointments and physically get her back and forth to them. In front of my daughter, the therapist tells me, "Niki is old enough to be responsible for her health, so she and I will schedule her appointments; and she will get here by herself". I knew what would happen in that very moment, I'm sure you all can guess the outcome. Niki went to 2 appointments & then she was done. Now Nik is 18 and I had to kick her out, she has become physically abusive, trigger temper. Threatens me daily....broke all my glasses, because I told her to load the dishwasher, so she took all the glasses and literally threw them in there, (not from standing next to it either) My son and I walk on eggshells, we couldn't say good morning to her,,,she will scream " don't FN talk to me, I'm not a morning person"!!! Then the next day, she will berate us for not saying anything to her. She goes from one extreme to the other. She and her friends smoke a lot of pot, one day I get a call from my landlord, telling me there is a party going on and the pot fumes were so strong that my neighbors were calling her to complain. LL said she should call the police, but wasn't going too because " I know your plate is full, next time I will and then I will start eviction process". So I went home from work livid!!! The teens started getting high somewhere else and coming back to my place for the munchies. I always grocery shop on the weekends...and come Monday, there is no food. Then she screams, you don't feed me, your starving me. The last straw was one morning I get up for work and I am watching news, drinking my coffee....a 27 year old man comes out of her bedroom and goes into the bathroom. (I didn't know he was 27 until a few days later) At the time it was just a stranger.... :/ in our home. Of course I freaked, I kicked her out, blocked her from calling me, and I am just broken up with all of this. I just can't live with this sh&t anymore. Maybe I just had high expectations, hopes that she and I would be close. But becoming violent and trashing our home is just not acceptable for anyone. I feel guilty for blocking her phone number, but honestly had a peaceful week. I figure if there is a crisis she can reach her dad or her brother. Today I plan on packing up her room, going to have a lot of damage to fix.