This all happened Friday morning. SO and easy child #2 have the flu right now. difficult child woke up us up around 8 knocking on the door asking if she could come in. SO tried to tell her she'd be right there but her raspy voice wasn't that loud. difficult child said "Fine then! Be that way!" Then started punching things in the hallway. About half an hour later we heard easy child yell leave me alone. Then we heard a very loud slap. We rushed to the living room seeing difficult child on the floor crying and easy child crying on the couch. difficult child tried taking over the tv from easy child even though she has one in her room while easy child doesn't. difficult child decided to dump a bag of catnip over easy child's head then began to scratch and hit her. Thats why she yelled leave me alone. It wasn't enough to deter difficult child who started the violence again so easy child slapped her. We told them to go to their rooms and we'd bring them breakfast. The egg shells had barely been broken when difficult child marched out to the living room, curtly said sorry and turned the TV on. When we told her to go back to her room she threw the remote across the room and started screaming she hates the Smiths (not actual last name of SO and PCs). Incensed, I went to her room. I asked her why she hates the Smiths. It went something like this: difficult child: Because they hurt me! Me: How do they hurt you? difficult child: You're making me more angry! Me: How am I making you angry? What did they possibly do to hurt you? difficult child (Attempting to stare me down): They say things about my dad! Me: Well what did they say? difficult child: I hate the Smiths! Me: What? You think I'm scared of you now little girl? Keep on trying to stare me. I'll just laugh some more. difficult child: easy child said I act different before and after I get back from my dad's! Me: Well why does that make you mad? And do you think you behave differently then? difficult child: I don't know it just does! You're making me mad! Me: Everything makes you mad. You're behavior reminds me of a two or three year old. If you don't learn to get a hold of your rage, you're going to end up in prison someday just like you dad. Me: So do you hate your mother? Your sisters? What about your uncle or grandparents? difficult child: I hate them all! Me: Why? difficult child: ..silence.. Me: Well are you gonna tell me? I think you just like being angry. difficult child: ..more silence.. Me: Well? difficult child: Yes! I hate my uncle and grandpa cuz they say things about my dad! Me: What'd they say? difficult child: They asked me if I'm afraid of him. Me: Do you understand why they would ask you that? difficult child: I don't care! I hate them! Me: You hate them because they care about you? Your uncle and grandpa ask you those questions because your father used to beat your mother and sisters. Even if you're not scared of him, there are three others in this house who are. And if Zoe (the dog they had to give away) was still here, there'd be four scared of him. difficult child: Zoe wouldn't be scared of my dad! He used to play with her! Me: No, your father used to beat the dog repeatedly. Why do you think your mother had to give her away?