I'm not one who likes to walk on eggshells, which might be why we have so many issues with Daughter Bean. My daughter is accustomed to bullying and manipulating her way in or out of everything. To avoid conflict, everyone in our family (grandparents) will most often just go along with what she says, or give her rides, money, etc. to get her off their back. Today she had a job interview - great news. But last night she left, saying she'd be home by 11pm (curfew in our house), and called at 1am to say she wasn't coming home, disturbing both my husband's and my own sleep. Today she waltzes home about 11am, lounges around, gabbers on the phone, pacing the house. By 12:30pm I told her she better get a move on and figure out bus schedules to get her her interview. Bus?! Are you (expletive) serious?! You expect me to take a BUS to my job interview?!! I thought you were taking me? I have to (expletive) get ready. It's hot out. This is (expletive) (expletive). Nobody gives a (expletive) (expletive) about me, this is what I mean. I'm treated like (expletive) constantly. I do what people tell me to do and you should be happy I have and interview, but what is the thanks I get? (expletive) (expletive) on. What a bunch of (expletive)!!! Chaos and panic ensues, swearing and stomping. A few minutes later she appears again to tell me that her grandpa (who she was verbally abusive to last time he drove her around) would take her. I put my foot down, printed out the bus schedule that she could take (easily - we have fabulous metro service here), called her grandpa and told him he wasn't needed. He was relieved, but confused because of the frantic phone call from Daughter Bean. Basically I was told I was a string of swear words, that I was purposely trying to ruin her life, and that she was contemplating killing herself because of all this. A 30-minute tirade ensued. In front of all the kids. I was able to get her off to the bus (her issues made us late for our own appointments) and the last thing she told me is that she hopes I feel guilty for being such a (swear word) when we find out she slashed her wrists tonight and is dead. This said to me in front of my 16-year-old. This all because I insisted she take responsibility for herself and ride the bus to her interview. I suppose I could have catered her around so she could have time to do her hair, and and laze around like she wanted to and avoided all conflict. But it's not within my nature to do that. I don't really see it as helpful. Why should I have to rush around so that she can hang out as late as she wants, sleep as late as she wants, so she can get limo service all over town? But everyone else does, so I'm the jerk. I'm so tired of this. I'm so relieved my husband is off tomorrow because I'm at the end of my rope.