So, yeah, I'm home from work today, and why is a story that is either really complicated or really simple.
See. I'd just gotten off of work yesterday, and we went to pick up one of my daughters from work -- the more aggressive and abusive one, who demanded our cell phone the moment she got in the car so she could call a friend and yell at them for going somewhere else instead of picking her up and hanging out with her, then started screaming at us because she'd left her cigarettes at work and wanted us to go back, then started screaming at us again to demand the cell phone since she hadn't taken care of her business yet and we'd had the audacity to put the cell phone back. Things weren't starting out well. After calling up a friend and talking for a bit about how she had 'some stuff' she'd left over there and she really needed it (that doesn't sound suspicious or anything, does it?), she started pleading and begging and demanding to be driven over to aforementioned friend's house, to acquire said stuff that she wouldn't tell what it was and to hang out with friends. And then, when Laura refused, she started kicking her. While she was driving, in the middle of downtown traffic.
Laura pulled over, having had enough verbal, emotional, and physical abuse, and demanded that she get out of the car now, and when she refused and locked the doors, I unlocked the door, got out, hauled her out, and put her there on the street, and we drove home without her. Let her figure out her own way home, or call up one of her friends for a ride -- we'd had enough.
Still, the stress was enough to push my angel to the point of a near-complete nervous breakdown -- she was trembling and crying for much of the evening, and of course we're waiting for the other shoe to drop when she eventually comes back and starts screaming and breaking things. Our mother-in-law, who owns the place, is staying out of it, although at least she does agree that when you start bracing yourself against the backseat and kicking the driver, you need to be ejected from the vehicle, so that's something.
Honestly, I'd rather have a restraining order - aforementioned daughter is eighteen and has a job, doesn't pay rent, currently may or may not owe the state roughly five hundred dollars as a fine due to disorderly conduct (telling a cop to go bleep off, and not helping her situation by being nasty to the judge as well), and according to her bank which called today, is overdrawn by about eighty dollars (and owes us thirty dollars for gas and other small debts.) We know for a fact that she's been taking drugs on certain occasions, and part of the reason we keep our room locked and our medicine in a locked pouch is because we discovered she'd stolen a large quantity of Laura's medication at one point.
So I'm home today, for two reasons -- one of which is because Laura is essentially too stressed out to be alone today, and is dangerously close to having a complete breakdown from this continual poor treatment; the other of which is because this daughter has threatened to kill us on various occasions, and because frankly I'm partly here to defend Laura in case the kid comes home and tries to attack or kill her again or start destroying our stuff.
We're trying to save up to get out of here, since it seems clear that we don't really have any other options besides live with the daily abuse until Laura or I actually break down entirely, but days like this make it hard to plan for the future when you're busy trying to survive the present.