I can sit here and say that my DD14 is out of control. That she manipulates me and always seems to draw me in when things are going well and we aren't in crises mode. I can sit here and say that I feel I have no other choice but to send her to a group home since I cannot control her and she continuously defies the boundaries we've set for her. But truth be told, no matter what, I love my daughter. And I want and need to believe that she will get better. I cling on to every "good" moment we have in hopes that it won't just be a phase and that something finally clicked and she would be "normal".
My DD and I met with her caseworker last night and had a very good session. My DD will almost always raise her voice when she doesn't agree with something, yet she remained calm last night and even was willing to compromise on some things. We both felt good after the session. After the session my DH called and I told him we had a great session. His response was that he wishes it didn't go well so they can see what we are up against. Now I know he is frusterated. We've been dealing with crises with DD for quite some time now. But I was offended. And I always get offended and it almost always blows up in my face in that DD would do something incredibly drastic and knock me back off my pedastal. And what happened last night? Just that.
After the session (7:30ish), my daughter and I put on one of our favorite shows (The Originals) and she said she was going to stay in for the night. Now small feat considering she is all about hanging with her friends and smoking pot. So I'm thinking, cool. Progress. But nope. Around 9:30 she received a text, jumped up excitedly and said she was going out for only 1/2 hour. I told her it was too late. But she does not listen to me. She went out anyway and did not return until 12:30 am.
My DH truly believes that DD is not going to get better and is just going to get worse. He never had kids. He doesn't realize the bond that mother's (and fathers) have to their kids. He cannot understand that I just want peace. And that I want to believe that I don't have to resort to sending her away. And that I don't want to constantly be in turmoil with DD and that when we have peaceful moments like we did up until she went out, I want to savor it.
I'm back to feeling put in the middle. Sometimes just want to

and raise my kids on my own because sometimes he just makes it worse. :'(