I had similar with my daughter. She was an absolute cow. After she squared up to me whilst drunk with her best also drunk mate her dad intervened.
They we’re arguing on the stairs and the silly arse slipped and banged her lip and cut it. I’d had enough, opened the door and grabbed both by the hair and threw them out and told them not to come back.
Just under a week later the police came to our house to arrest my husband. The pair of drunken little bitches had reported him for assault! We were getting ready for a Xmas night out with friends and had just moved into our new house that day, I had a dye on my hair at the time, so stressful.
I’d taken pictures of the bottles of booze they’d drank and showed them to the police, it was awful. My husband stepped in front of our daughter as I have M.S and struggle with muscle strength, I explained this to the police. They’ve seen it all before, my husband even had a cut and bruise on his nose where she’d thumped him, but we didn’t go to the police to press charges. Fortunately the CPS didn’t want to prosecute, thank god.
I was fuming, I couldn’t speak to her for weeks. She said she’d have dropped the charges if the CPS decided the case was viable, I explained to her that it’s out of her hands once they’re involved, silly girl.
Her change in behaviour was a mixture of hormones and getting in with a crowd of teenagers whose parents didn’t give a fig about what their kids were doing. I was always the only parent that was sober enough to collect them if they couldn’t get a taxi from the nightclubs (don’t drink due to M.S)
We did eventually let her come home but we laid the law down. My husband and myself stuck together, there was no way we were going to sacrifice our marriage for an entitled little shit.
Back to the hormonal bit. She’d been to the Drs several times over the years as she was crucified every month with her periods. When she was 14 we paid privately, I explained that I’d had endometriosis and I thought she had the same condition. I was told outright she was far too young. Fast forward to the age of 21, anaemic, under weight, bleeding constantly, even though on the pill, and in severe pain. Paid privately again for laparoscopy to find she was covered in endometriosis and had a rare condition called a unicornuate uterus (half a uterus) and the other non formed half was called a rudimentary horn that constantly bled in her pelvis.
Fast forward again to age of 27 and she is now waiting for a bed to become available for a hysterectomy, it’s that bad. We look back at the teenage years as she was suffering physically and lashing out as she didn’t know how to cope with such pain and being told by one G.P she was a over exaggerating. Her head of year wouldn’t let her come home on one occasion even though she’d collapsed on the bathroom floor. His reason was her monthly attendance was below a certain percentage. We had a phone call every month when she was off due to period pain. My husband stormed into school, carried her out and brought her home. Nobody challenged him, he’s 6’ 2” and well built and had what I call his Paddington bear stare face on 😱
I invited them to come to our house and have a look at her mattress that resembled a butchers block, crude I know. I also threatened them with the governors if they kept on harassing me every piggin month.
So for us there was a lot of pent up anger in our daughter and we copped for it. Now she can’t believe we still speak to her. We’ve all been through the mill. It’s absolutely horrendous when you’re in the middle of it. You’re not being cruel, you have to protect yourselves, we couldn’t get away with this kind of behaviour so why should they. You will get through this. Because I can’t drink and don’t smoke I felt I’d got no outlet for the stress. I discovered that going for a drive playing Plan B really loud and screaming worked wonders, highly recommended, although Plan B isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.
you will look back on this one day and think what was that all about, and how did we survive it, you just do. Your husband and yourself need to stick together, because when these little arseholes grow up an behave themselves they haven’t wrecked your relationship.
I wish you all the best, and you are absolutely doing the right thing. Try to enjoy yourselves (same time of year as our daughter kicked off) It will get better eventually, I promise you, x