It is now 3:30 in the morning. I haven't had any good sleep in a few days. I suffer from insomnia real bad, and I am down to one days supply of my Bipolar, Anxiety and Insomnia medicine. Thus the good thing about today is that I haven't used any drugs. The bad thing about today is that my oldest daughter got me all riled up. She actually started working on my last nerve this morning when she got so fresh, and so clean, and cut out to her partner in crimes house. I hate to admit it, but that so call friend of hers is a bad influence on her, plus she leaches off of my daughter.

My daughter came into my room this morning with a look on her face like she was going to do something stupid. I know this look when I see it. I asked her where she was going. I told her to give me her friends phone number so that I could call her. I also reminded her to come home early so that she could get some rest so she could go to work Thursday. She claims that she was just going over her friends house to pick up a letter from the college that she is suppose to be going to in January. I said okay, but clean your room up first.

My wife had asked my daughter to leave her I.D. with her, because the last few times she has gone over her friends house, and blown $400-$600 on her, or them. That was all of the money she had saved in the bank, since she's been working. Twas the night before Christmas, my wife took her debit card to. If you've been keeping up with my blogs, you know the story. So, my daughter leaves the house, and I checked to see if she cleaned her room. She didn't. That pissed me off. After an hour had passed, she called her sisters cell phone, and asked her to go get her I.D. off of my wifes nightstand. She told her to give her the I.D. number. I immediately got alarmed, and asked my baby girl what she was doing. When she told me, I told her not to give her sister the number, because something fishy was going on, and that her mother had took her I.D. for a reason. I was on the computer, so I got off, and called my daughter at her friends house. I asked her what she needed the I.D. number for. I could hear her friend in the background telling her to tell me this, and that. My daughter said she needed it to go online, and login to the school she was going to, so she could register. I asked her did she get the letter, and she said yes, so I told her to bring it home so that I could see if she was telling the truth, and she could take care of her business when she made it home. I've been to college, and I knew she was lying.

All day I would say little hints to my wife that I could tell our daughter was lying about something. I told her how her friend was in the background telling her what to say. I knew that my daughter was gonna come walking in the house after 9 P.M., so it wasn't a surprise when she came walking in the house around 10:30 P.M. I kept asking her about the letter she suppose to have gotten from the school, but she never replied back. My wife kept asking her why was her mail going over to her friends house, anyway. My daughter kept saying I don't know, an that it was suppose to come to our address. I knew she was lying again. How in the hell is my mail gonna go to your address, unless I gave the sender your address for them to send it there? I made a statement that my daughter, and her friend probably got their school money, and that my daughter was trying to figure out how to spend it without us knowing. After asking her several more times for the letter so that we could go online, she finally said that she left it over her friends house. All hell broke loose. You mean to tell me, I said, that you can take a bath, get dressed and catch two buses over her house, but when I tell you several times to bring the letter home, you forget. What kind of sane person in their right mind do some shit like that unless they doing it on purpose. I told her that she was lying again. I knew she was lying. I told her that she could get here things, and get out, and go stay with her friend(s) because I wasn't going to go for her lying, scheming, and caniving any more. Then she said I, I, I, I,(studdering) went over there because Kim bought me a phone.

All hell broke loose again. My wife and I asked her two more times, who bought her a phone. My wife said Kim, and I said Kim, then my daughter said, I said King. Now I know I ain't no dam fool. That girl said Kim. Anyway we don't care who the F*** bought her a dam phone. The point is she was telling too many stories / lies, and I didn't know what to believe. As a matter of fact I don't believe shit she says any more. Everything she tells me for now on has to be analyzed, and verified, at least until she starts acting like a responsible adult, and proves herself to me. The thing about the phone that kills my wife and I is that our daughter had a cell phone in her name, through Cricket. Once she started working, she let some girl on the job, sucker her into selling her, her Cricket phone, and keeping the bill in her name, at least for a month. It's been two months now, and she still ain't got that phone cut off. Then she buys another girls phone. This phone has a camera on it, and my daughter claims that's what she wanted. In all she paid $75 for it. Then it's on minutes. She can only call five people that's on her plan without getting charged, or using her minutes. Plus the bill is in the other girls name. When my daughter got her first bill she was out of $165, because she had to pay two phone bills, plus she talks too dam much, and went over in her minutes, and she bought some dam ring tones. She claims that she told her mother that she was going to buy the phone, but she never told me. I guess because she knew I was going to tell her butt, hell nah! My wife claims that she told her not to buy the phone, or sell her Cricket. She claims that she told her it was a bad idea. Now the camera phone she bought is off because the girl she bought it from didn't pay her bill. And , now some dude, I have never met before, bought her another phone that's in his name.

On top of all of that cell phone drama. I'm bitchin like a 747 heading for China. I mean I am roastin everything in the house, my wife, and my daughters. I said if my daughter don't move out, I will, because I can't sit back, and listen to her constantly lying, and scheming, and caniving any more, and nothing is being done about it. I can't let her keep hanging with friends that tell her to lie to her parents, or help her spend all of her money. I can't blame her friends, because she does the act of lying to us herself, but just because they want to interfer in her life like that, and tell her to lie to us (it's about principals), I dispise them.

I was so hot I told my daughter that I need to make her eat all of Exodus. I told them that I rather have a house of boys that hustle, sell dope, and ass (you know what I really meant), and bring the money home, than have some stupid as girls that go out, and get hustled, and come home broke. I don't actually wish that, nor would I entice, or encourage my kids to live that kind of life. I was just that dam mad. I also said, that if they don't ever remember anything I tell them, they better remember to get their lives straight with God because the way their heading, somebody will find them on the side of the road in a ditch, naked, raped, and dead. I told my daughter that if she let her friends tell her to lie to us, she probably would let them tell her to sucker some of their guy friends out of money, food, a ride, and or a cell phone (not knowing the consequences). I told her that her friend is pimping her stupid ass; And, she really is.

After I got through fussing I had to go outside and catch me some air. I went, and bought me some cigarettes, and came back. My wife said we gotta talk. I said what about, all of the talking is over with. She said that my daughter has decided that she wants to go to school in August. All hell almost broke loose, but I stayed semi-calm and told them the truth. If she waits until August she might not never go; Then what? My wife said, she also wants to go to a four year college instead of a two year college, so she can stay on campus. I told her that, that was a stupid idea to. Because, the girl doesn't know how to study, she doesn't like studying, and she just wants to go stay on campus so she can be with them same girls that she has been partying with, and that's braking her stupid ass. She just wants the freedom to party, and all of that. If she goes, and don't make it then what? She'll be right back home. No, I said! Finally, after my wife kicked us out of the room, so she could go to sleep, I got my daughter, and sat her but in front of the computer so that she could go online to the two year college she wants to go to. Their server was down. So, now she has to call them, and let them know that she tried to get online but their server was down. I also told her that her ass is getting out of here, and going to college in January, and that's final. Her mom asked me what about her going out of town, and going to college. I said if she was responsible, yeah, but at the rate she's going she wont make it, because all she wants to do is talk on the phone, party, and blow all her money on some so called friends / foes that ain't gonna be around when all of the money, and partying is gone and stopped. The only reason why most adults let their children go to college out of town, is because their children are independent, and responsible young adults, and they have been acting that way or showing their parents that they have been independent, and responsible at least since they were 16 or 17, maybe before that. Our daughter hasn't shown us any signs that she is, either. Currently we wash her clothes for work. We have to tell her to take her clothes off so they can be washed for the next day. We have to tell her to get off the phone at two, and three in the morning, and go to bed so she can get up, and go to work the next day. She can't cook, and she hates to clean. She is still growing up, and has not shown me that she is independent or responsible.

I have been on my own since I was seven years old (when my mother died). My father taught me how to cook, and make a bed up military style. But, before my mother died I knew how to clean house, and wash dishes without leaving stains, or food on them. By the time I was 14 years old, I was my own man. I didn't have a mother, or father to look up to, turn to, baby me, save me, or take care of me. My wife on the other hand stayed with her mother until she was 23 years old. She's now 41. Her brother, is a year older than she is, and he is still at home with his momma, and he ain't got a job. The point is my daughters don't know how blessed they are, and one day I want be here to help them or do the things for them that they can't do for themselves, and I hate to say it but they momma want be here for them either, and then what are they going to do? This has been Day 18, of "The Battle Within." I'm out.