Seven months ago my SD 17 left our home and hasn't been back. We haven't spoken since, though she did attend three family dinners at Christmas so there was opportunity if desired. I did not desire this.

She is a passive aggressive borderline personality disordered young woman. Every word that leaves her mouth is suspect. But, I didn't throw her out, I didn't even demand that my husband throw her out. I just disengaged, and he told her to cut the crap out. So she left.

I am blown away by how much happier I am, and how much happier our home life is that now that she is nowhere to be seen. I do find it strange, that it's very much as though she never even existed. We don't speak about her, not because it's an unwritten rule or anything, but she just isn't...important. Too many lies, too many arguments, too much drama just washed all the happy feelings away.

There were a few bumps in the transition, mostly around how much contact my husband should or shouldn't have with her, and some difficulty with my husband's family jumping on the pity wagon with her. But overall, it seriously is awesome. Liberating. Kind of like having a shitty job working for a shitty boss, and then all of a sudden your competitor comes along and offers you a corner office with dream employees.

I like the corner office.