Today I completely finished ensuring that all of your things, and *only* your things, are confined in your room. Hard as it is to believe, I have completely had enough. I wanted any reminders of you put away so that they aren't a part of my environment, so that I can enjoy my life without being reminded of your nastiness and your drama. And while I was putting your things away in your room, I also made sure to take any items of mine *out* of your room. Because you're no longer entitled to have use of anything that's mine, seeing as how you're not interested in respecting me.

You see, sooner or later you're going to be told to get everything out of there, and anything you don't take will be thrown away. So I want all of your things in there. And I don't want any of my things in there. And now that's done.

You should realize that you can't behave the way you're behaving towards us, and still expect us to take responsibility for the majority of your things, or expect to make use of things that belong to us. You *should* realize that, but you don't. You've made that clear.

You were probably surprised when you came back for your things two days after you stormed out again, to find that your study area (the one *I* put together for you, not that you appreciate it) had been taken down and none of your things were right there. I know you were looking for something in the little stand that was next to your desk, but you won't find anything there. Everything that was there is up in your room. So is everything you left in your bathroom, and I mean everything. I didn't bother to go through any of it, I just threw it all in a bag. Now it's your problem.

And yes, I saw that you left the little scent beads from Pier 1 in there. You probably think it made me sad to see that. Actually it made me laugh. It reminded me how ridiculous it is that you think you have it so bad, and it reminded me again just how spiteful and ungrateful and uncaring you are. That doesn't make *me* feel bad at all. It should make you feel bad. After all, I could have left everything you ever gave me up in your room in order to hurt you, and I didn't do that. That's because I really *am* a grownup, whereas you just *think* you are. You're way out of your league, kid. And that's really a shame for *you*. Believe me, *I'll* be fine.

You know how I know you were looking in that little stand? Because you left the boxes that were in front of it pushed aside, and you left the drawer partway open. So typical of you not to bother putting things back in their place. But it's probably really unreasonable of me to think that you ought to have that level of courtesy, right?

Don't worry. We won't have that issue again. Because if you return here, you will be allowed access to your room, and your room only. There is nothing of yours anywhere else in our house. And you will be watched while you are coming and going from your room. Because we didn't do that this time, and you decided you needed to snoop around in an area from which your things had clearly been removed. And you weren't even smart enough or courteous enough to put things back in their place so that I didn't know you were doing it.

You act like a punk, you get treated like a punk. Pretty simple.

I simply don't understand how you could expect otherwise.