Steph got home last night before I went to bed. She apologized again. And then she talked. She talked a mile a minute and was all over the place. She's worried that Ant is lying to himself and that he's drinking a lot again. She says every picture she sees of him on FB, he has a drink in his hand. She's worried mother in law will show up at her party even though she wasn't invited. She's still angry with mother in law. She's "freaked out" about her cousin K and Aunt J. Both have serious medical conditions but can't stop drinking long enough to get treatment. She's worried about her future and money and what is she going to do and about friends and about her car and about what if her job ends and on and on and on.... She says she's addicted to energy drinks. She had 2 large ones yesterday morning. But she was bouncing off the walls all night. She was up playing hacky-sack until 3am and had to go to work this morning. When I mentioned that I saw my psychiatrist yesterday morning, she says she will never talk to one of those again. The joys of having difficult child children. At least I'm getting good at detachment. Not my problem, unless she keeps acting up at home, then she will be out on her own dealing with her life.