H and I talked at dinnertime last night and I told him how I feel about the difficult child stuff, e.i., non compliance with her contract, staying out, getting stoned, not leaving notes, not calling, using our home as a flophouse, etc. I could see he was stunned when I said that I didn't really care if difficult child moved out. It is okay with me if she leaves. I can't take the strain anymore. H had that deer caught in the headlights look on his face and part of me felt like a bad mother, but I can't help how I feel. She either has to shape up or go. H is going to talk with her this evening (if I can figure out a way to make her come home for dinner so he can ambush her) as I will be out at a women's meeting I have (if I'm up to it). She's all his now. I can't even be in the house when they talk because I know I will pipe in and I don't even want to be a part of it. Just knowing that he's going to talk with her makes me feel better and I feel like a small load has been lifted. I mean, he doesn't always say what I would say and sometimes he starts out strong and then fades, and usually difficult child starts freaking out before he's even one sentence in, but at least it's him and not me. I just don't have the strength. I have no idea what will happen, but you know, I think she knows the end is near.