It was nice while it lasted

No sooner did SHE get off the plane than she reverted to type. Well, actually, she reverted two days before when she went nuts and accused the family of stealing from her. SHE has never been able to accurately handle anything with numbers, she spent all her money and then got mad because she thought that her uncle was using HER money to buy something for her cousin. Considering how much money they spent on her during the almost two weeks she was there, I told her point-blank that I wouldn't care if they used ALL her money.

The text messages she sent me were horrible and I would have loved to have been there to jack her up for them. You do NOT call your relatives mother-truckers (or the other word) because they told you you were broke.

Since then, it has been back to the usual crap. Hair dyed constantly, house trashed, disappearing on a whim (as now) with no way to find her... I don't know how much more I should have to take.

We had to go to L.A. for her business and she tried her best to derail that, too. Don't think I didn't contemplate pushing her out of the car onto the Interstate at times. Because of her whining, I ended up parking where I shouldn't have and now have a $61 parking ticket that I may or may not pay. I am broke and still expected to have some money to give her friend's mom to keep her next week while I am out of town on a business thing.

School starts next week, she will be a PITA to them and I will not be available to deal with the drama I know she is capable of causing.

Separation

Since Tuesday night, SHE has been elsewhere. I put her on a plane with a family friend and sent her back East for 12 days (give or take, counting travel). I needed her to get away from here for a while because otherwise, with me working, SHE would find something bad to do.

But the departure was not without incident. I was not moving fast enough for her tastes as she wanted to go to a store to get something before she left. So, as is her wont, she decided she was going to take off on foot (to a store over five miles away, you must understand). I chased after her and the usual attack on her part commenced. Kicking and hitting and cussing me out. I admit--I went upside her head as I tried to fend off her attacks. She bit the hell out of me and left an ugly mark that still has not healed. I've been sick all week and I suspect it was from the bite as SHE hates to brush her teeth at home.

Yet, all I hear from people back home is what a sweetheart she is being. B.S.! The child is playing up to them because she likes the petting and the sympathy.

But--you know what? I miss her because she is MY child and, when she is not in one of her worse personas, she is someone I want to have around. Plus, I really do love her despite all the damages.