I raised her since she was 5, and her distance hurts me...Princess 18 has been gone to college for one month now.

I still don't miss her yet. She was being such a brat, I'm actually enjoying the peace of our home. But I am bothered by the fact she can't bother to answer my phone calls or send me a text.

It hurts my feelings. This is the little girl I used to greet every day at the bus stop, and have cookies waiting for her, and she'd tell me about her day while we looked through her homework together. And it was like that for 6 years. Then she turned 13. She didn't need me as much, but she'd still tell me about her day. She was always so busy, I would write her notes and leave them under her pillow, so she'd know I was thinking about her. Then she turned 15 and I have no idea who that person was. She'd storm through the house, but she could usually find a few moments everyday to hang out with her dad, and I could eavsdrop on those conversations.

And everyone who's read my posts knows that no matter how much she dished at me, I still continued to "do" for her. Cuz that's what moms do. They love their kids, even when they're little shits. And as much as I didn't like her the last few months, I still loved her.

Since she's been away at school, she has only called me 3 times- and each time she needed something. She has only answered 2 text messages. I know she talks to her brothers and her dad. I can see her activities on Facebook. And I don't miss her, but I wanna hear about her new friends and her classes. I wanna know she's not spending all of her time with Stepping Stone, her boyfriend who went to the saem college. The one time she was home and I was here, she avoided me all weekend.

I don't get it. I did everything for this child. I sacrificed a shitload for her. And I find out she's turned back to her mother, after all the crap Loca Grande has put her through?!

I've already told her I won't call, since I might interrupt a study group or a class. But it takes 2 seconds to answer a damn text. And I know dinner or class or even the shower stops her from checking a vibrating message! And she can't find the time for me...

It makes me want to resort to childish things. Go to the phone company and shut off her service. Call campus security to go check on her since she won't respond to calls. Call her boyfriend or her roommate. Take the 2 hour drive up there and show up for a surprise visit.

But i'll take the high road. I'll be here when she needs me. That's what moms do. Loca Grande will crap on her again, and she'll need me. She'll come to her first Spanish essay and she'll need me. And I'll be here...