10 days ago, we got back from vacation and Steph moved out that same day. She had to leave because we don't show her any respect or give her any support. And it was okay with us because we were going to give her 30 days to move out. We made a deal that we would keep her cell phone on if she came over on Sundays and picked up doggie droppings. The first Sunday she showed up after a text reminder to do it. Yesterday, I sent a text asking if she was still planning on keeping the deal and did she need a ride. I sent the text at 10:55. At noon I got back a text from her...... "Get off my nuts! I just woke up!" (Hope that passes the sensors). Needless to say, her phone is permentantly turned off. So, after a while, I go make myself a drink and go sit on the deck with husband to relax. There was something wrong with my drink. It was soda and WATER.... The next bottle I went to was water and the next and the next and the next.... All my liquor bottles were filled with water. Guess now I know why she moved as soon as we got back from vacation. Oh, and all of those bottles were well hidden in different parts of the house. She had to search hard to find them. And all my gold chains are missing. And all the silver change is missing out of what I thought was a very well hidden change jar. My sealed bottle of nitroglicerin is no longer sealed. I'm sure there are other things that are gone that I just haven't found yet. I really love my daughter when she is herself. I can't stand the drug addict version of her. But the "Get of my..." comment really makes it hard to love her. Of course now, I'm sure we won't hear anything from her or about her for many months. husband and I were talking about how we have to accept that there is a chance that we may never hear from her. Or there is that chance that she will OD, or end up in jail.