Bottom line: she took money from me. I have a team kitty where the team puts money in and we save it up for a party, etc. After suspecting it had been tampered with yesterday, I hid it again last night. She found it, scurried to her room today and stole right from it. I caught her red-handed. Criminal Thinker 24/7. I demanded the money back, and told her she needed to get out. No shower, no more phone, no nothing but to leave immediately. She gave me back two stacks of bills she had hidden, called me a fat wah-wah-wah. I told her she had 5 minutes to leave or I'd call the police. She screamed a blood-curdling scream. I told her to be quiet, as her brother's friends were over and they've been through enough. Had her get a change of clothes and leave, said I didn't want to talk, but she needed to leave right away. She knocked over a bookcase and called me names. She got her stuff. She threatened to kill herself. She called me more names. She said I should be happy she gave the money back, and was honest about it. She punched a hole through our closet door. As she left, she told her two little brothers "blank you, and blank you" and then told the other one that "your mother is a blanking blank" and walked out the door. I gave her her phone and her bus pass and locked the door. I didn't answer her texts ("I'm sorry I called you names, I felt bad for that") or calls until hours later when my son handed me the phone and grimaced. She wanted to stop by. I told her she could stop by to get the rest of her things when her dad was home, by appointment. She didn't get it. The rest of my things? Yes. What's that supposed to mean? Child, you seriously think you can live here after stealing from your own family? I'm embarrassed that I've been trusted with other people's money and this happens. Gosh, I'm disappointed. Not surprised. But disappointed. In myself and in her. Somewhat relieved to actually catch her instead of just having suspicion. We told her Monday that she had until (yesterday) Friday to really make a change and that we'd assess at that time - so maybe, in a way, it was a gift to us. A tangible act that she can (somewhat) understand, maybe, how unacceptable her behaviors and lifestyle are. It is a concrete reason why she really can not be here. The joblessness, the attitude, the shady lifestyle (the other day she had money and new stuff -- wonder where she got the money from?!!)... and now stealing? It's just too much. I worry, of coarse, what she will do with herself and where she will turn. But she's got to get things right in her life, and obviously being here isn't helping her. It's destroying the rest of us.