My mom was here today. As I've mentioned before, my mom and my daughter don't mix. difficult child ended up PO'ed (although, at me this time...I know, shocking) and stormed into her room and slammed the door. My mom went to her room a little later to give her laundry to put away and difficult child shouted that she wasn't going to open the door. No problem. Set the clothes on the floor outside her door and she'll get them when she decides to come out. Then my mom says: When easy child locked himself in his room, you took the door off his hinges. Mind you, this was 7 years ago when easy child was severely depressed. Me: When easy child locked himself in his room, he also barricaded the door, had a knife and was threatening to kill himself. You know, the Swiss Army Knife that she bought him AFTER I told her he was depressed and suicidal. She just gave me *that* look and turned away. To this day, in her mind, easy child was not depressed. He was angry with me because I started dating someone. Even though his depression started months before - right after he came home from a visit with his dad. I get so tired of this. And now when difficult child does come out of her room, she's going to go on about how mean Nana is to her and she's going to end up locking herself in her room again because I'm not having it.