princess a-hole told my husband she was coming 'there' (meaning here, our home) this weekend. princess audacious began bitching to my husband Friday afternoon that she couldn't 'get there' (yeah, bet you can't, you frigid little thing) because there isn't a TCF in her college town where she could cash in one of her bonds. princess apathy refuses to get a job to pay for her most menial expenses, like manicures, makeup, tanning, oh, and gas money. My husband said, just go to a bank in town, it doesn't need to be a TCF, you know how to cash a bond, I've showed you. princess appreciative has been given bonds since birth by relatives to be used for college expenses, and guess what folks, princess apple of the eye is in college now. But princess almighty believes these bonds are hers, and that my money is hers as well. She resents the hell out of having to use one cent of them, but princess aborted just can't seem to find the will to seek out a job. Let's see,
1. College is paid for
2 Dorm room is paid for
3. Health insurance is paid for
4. Stupid monster truck was paid in full
5. Car insurance is paid for
6 Three squares a day meal plan is paid for
7. Cell phone is paid for
8. Bonds in an unknown and bit amount have been provided

So princess asswipe says, "Oh, ok," and proceeds to cash in a bond. Oh, hail to thee, princess avarice!
princess angelica shows up at pee's high school to pick him up and save him from the long bus ride home (neither of them gave a hoot about my kids, who have the same bus ride and arrive at the same destination).
During this same time frame, I was curled up on the couch in my husband's therapy office at my clinic, saying to him, "I'm sorry, I'm scared of her. She scares me."
He said, "Don't give that to her."
"I know I shouldn't, but she scares me. She just does." I don't know how to tell myself that I should see things a certain way and have my feelings fall into accord. I would not be who I am, for all the bad and good I am, were I able to do that.
He said, "She doesn't realize the effect of what she's done." I know that is true, who does at almost twenty? Who does at much later ages? It's not as if we stop making mistakes.
I said, "I realize that. That is part of what frightens me. I opened my heart to her, I put my children out to her, I opened this home, there is nothing about her that tells me there is anything different that would prevent her from hurting all of the people I care most about in this world again in the ways she has. She scares me."
"If we don't change this, it will continue as it has. Is it just a fantasy of mine that we could all go out to dinner?" Why the fuck does the fantasy come into play on the weekend my kids are with their psycho father? Oops, I'm letting a tiny bit of my big anger out.
I could only look at him, say to him that I understand that I am not supposed to feel the way I do, that I should be able to be adult about this, but the very thought of being in a room with her filled me with such dread and anxiety I literally felt like puking.
We reached no solution, we each had sessions to go into.

After that hour, I was stalling going home, knowing she was there. We decided that my husband would grab us a bite to tide over til supper. When he returned to the office, I asked him if he had heard from either of them. He was brave. He said he had. He said pee had called him while he was going through the drive through. princess action had courriered pee to the local bank, to do, guess what??? Cash in his bonds. pee receives the same bonds, for the same purpose, college expenses. princess agravation uses any person and/or circumstance to make her point. princess altruism seems to have had her voice in pee's ear about the bonds and was simply trying to faciliate pee being able to excercise the same freedom she does to cash in the bonds. My husband told him no. I think pee knew he would, and was counting on that. pee knows her wrath, he will throw anyone under the bus to avoid it. So my husband got to suck it up. "Why not, they're mine?" And other dumb questions til princess adroit was satisfied that pee tried his best.

I put off going home til well into the night. What drove me home finally was the cold that has been going around my clinic. I felt sick. My husband has been dealing with the cold and bronchitis for a couple weeks. We went right to bed. They weren't here when we got home. We slept all Friday night, slept and dozed Friday night and all day Saturday. I had wanted to have a super productive weekend, but we agreed to rest.

They had gone to a movie, out to dinner, shopping Friday evening. I don't know when they got home, I was asleep. Saturday morning princess aloha knocks upon and opens our bedroom door. This bitch is going to be twenty in a few months, folks. "Do you guys want waffles?" I was mostly asleep, and so was my husband. He responded affirmitively in a groggy way, I was not motivated to respond and way too asleep.

So princess apron flounced downstairs to make waffles. I never went down, my husband did at some point. We are still both doing impersonations of coughing up lungs, it's a stand up routine of first him and then me, it's Tuesday now.
Toward dusk princess acrimony began to reveal herself yet again. We were sleeping, and a petulant knock at the door occurred, again I was alseep but woke enough to hear snatches I remember. "All you guys have been doing is sleeping all day." "I think I might go tonight." My husband had told them when he went down to partake of her sacred waffles that we'd both been sick over the week and that we were taking a day to recuperate. And, not to speak out of turn, that is what we did. There was no husband wife time, no romantic interlude. It was serious sleep on time, let's get well time.

Suddenly princess all knowing is at the bedroom door demanding, "Can I have gas money to get back??" Huh? Where does this come in?? We're undressed and under the covers, sweating out fevers, and princess acid wants to get into a fight poised at our bedroom door whilst we are both trying to wake up, orient ourselves and deflect princess arrow's blows of accusation. "You said you would give me gas money to get back!" My husband said no such thing. The whole point of dealing with her sense of entitlement is to help princess ailment understand that she needs to grow up, be well, stop poisoning people with her mother's neurosis.
Within a five minute span princess aggregious texted her father three times, called hime twice, appeared at our bedroom door again.

She was doing her best to whip up the household.
There's always a fall out to these stories.

We were both scrambling to surrender the safety of recuperative rest to dealing with what amounts to exthortion in my mind - If you don't give me money to exit, I will make life here a living hell for all of you.

pee's friends are within blocks of the supposed locale princess adorableness needed to be at (we made princess awareness an hour late by the way, we're such fuck ups). Do you suppose she offered pee a ride to a friend's house, knowing she was exthorting gas money from us because it was less painful to add it to her 'loan' to us (think princess advance in money will ever pay that back?). No, princess amiable drove off into the darkness (at a not high enought rate of speed, I'm afraid) without a backward thought or care to the messes she always leaves.
God help me, I try so hard to be an adult, there are few things in my life that can break me this way now.

My ex, whom I normally I only get the usual amount of abuse from sent me a hugely vile email, telling me that my sons tell him that I lie to them, that I am inept in planning vacations for them, that the only activities I do with them involve family, that if I take him to court for a long overdue custody evaluation due to his five month abandonment of them, does not have the same immediate power that princess armeggedon seems to weild over this household.

I live with princess awful, whether she is in the house or not. Each time my husband faces her poison ("Does my daughter have borderline personality disorder?" "Well, honey, let's not jump to conclusions, I'm not sure.") And as always, you f-ing princess always, my husband found some flimsy excuse to be mad at me and turn away from me. It is predictable that it happens 24-48 hours of his having to confront princess anti-social.
Tonight, after I had nine hours of sessions and arrived home after 10pm, he had been home for many hours, we decided upon eggs and toast for dinner. I said to him, jokingly, I do like mine runny. He always intends to make them runny and they always turn out quite hard cooked. I was doing clinic paperwork, he went to make eggs and toast.
I gave him good hearted shit, because as always, they came up hard cooked. I don't care how they were cooked. He cooked, he cared, he got caught up buttering the toast, which is what I laughed and laughed at. Were it not within the 24-48 hour time frame of his having to deal with princess alientation, it would have been as funny as it always has been.
Not tonight, ladies and gents.