since she told me tonight that she hates me. Why does she hate me? Well, because I expect her to take some responsibility of course. She can't find her school workbook. I told her she had it in her room. It's not in there, she says. I look by the computer with her other school things and then go to her room to help her look for it. Which means I look through the disaster that is her room while she just stands there screaming at me that's in not in there, she already told me it's not in there and why do I never believe her. So, I walked out. Told her she had to find it. It was her work, her workbook, her responsibility. That if she could talk to me without yelling at me, I would help her. She follows me out of her room into the living room yelling at me that she wasn't yelling at me, that I was yelling at her. I just repeated that it's her work, her workbook, her responsibility. She screamed that she hates me. I told her then I guess you won't be needing any help from me. I let things calm down and went to her room told her I was making myself a grilled cheese and did she want one. She ignored me except to say that her workbook isn't in there. I opened up her desk cupboard, moved a notebook and there was her workbook. Took me all of 5 seconds. Plopped it on her desk. Told her when she could speak to me in a respectful manner, I'd be more than happy to help her with her work. That was several hours ago. She's still not speaking to me. It seems as long as we walk on eggshells around her everything is fine. But the second something is expected of her, she becomes this venom-spewing alien child.