Rugrat and I are not speaking to each other. I'd like to say it's all her, but I lost control and called her a name, so it's both of us.
Monday night, I came home from work/gym about 7:30, and she wasn't home, but she had cleaned the living room before she left. I was pleased that she'd done it without me nagging, and called her to say so and to ask where she was.
'I'm just down the street at H***'s, mom.'
OK, fine, just down the street. So at a bit after midnight, I call her and tell her to come home, and she begs for more time, and says again she's just down the street as a way to get more time out of me (the closer to home she is, the better I feel).
I tell her only till 12:45. She grumps, but accepts. She's not home by 1, so I call again. I get the same 'I'm just down the street at H***'s' argument for staying out later, but I tell her in no uncertain terms that I want her home now as I want to go to bed and can't if she's out somewhere (not just because I worry, but the kid can't hang onto a door key to save her life and I have to leave the front door unlocked for her).
At 1:30 I call her again, really letting her have it, and demand she come home right now! Then she lets me have it -- I'm in T****, and my ride home isn't here yet. Now, T*** is about four villages away, up the river, and she can only get there by train, car, or bus. And she knows she's supposed to ask before she goes, and have back up transportation plans. And, she ignored two trains home during my calls to her while she waited for her 'ride.'
So, I lost it. She'd lied continuously all night about where she was, I was exhausted and couldn't go to sleep, and I let loose...called her a fucking little liar. Told her I was hanging up because I was so angry I didn't want to talk to her right then. And I hung up.
I dozed restlessly until I heard her come in. I think it was around 3 am.
In the morning, I left her a note: don't leave the house, and clean your room. When I got home, her bf was there, and she wasn't talking to me. We tried a couple of times, but we're both too angry. She, of course, is mad that I called her a name and is using that to abdicate any responsibility for the lies she told and how late she got home.
I had to leave her a note again this morning: clean her room and wash the dishes, and don't leave the house without calling me and asking first.
I really, really hate not speaking with the only other person living in my home.