It comes home to die

No matter how much I would want it to turn out different it has gone the wrong way. Her game is to play us. Give the illusion of maybe doing the right thing and then doing it her way. After a week of 'getting it together' she comes home and pretends to talk to us while her friend that I asked her not to let upstairs collected clothes and some of her things. If she didn't want me to notice the missing shampoo/conditioner and bodywash she should not have left the light on. What a lier.

It hurts so much that my daughter that I gave birth to, held to my breast, rocked to sleep and comforted now sees me as the enemy and at 23 has wasted her life and will continue to do so. She appears to have dumped or been dumped by the 'looser' and is according to her staying with that redneck woman. She trusts the wrong persons and ends up getting screwed.

So.... the plan, that's if my husband mr. I'm not ready to doing anything/take no action, is to cut her phone service on Thursday. I warned her she had till then to get another phone. It is my firm opinion that she will not be returning tonight, tomorrow or anyday for any reason other than to collect more of her things. I want to pack them all up and deposit them in the basement. It's enough that I washed and folded all her nasty things just to get the stink out of the bedroom, all her things should go in the garbage. I plan to reclaim my storage bin tomorrow. I will get a box for the shitty clothes that are in it now and take back my bin.

No more double standards in this house. She told us she can't pass a drug test so why should she stay. We corrected and said we said random and it did not mean the minute she returned but she is to expect them at any time. What does this mean?? She is still using.

I don't hold hope for the future. I cry and dream of crying for the child I have lost. I can't think of it any other way. I won't go down that road of looking the other way again. I will not be drawn into the drama. If Ayman wants to hold out thats his business, he is on his own. I wash my hands.