AITAH???? Came home from a trip to everything gone
So I don't know maybe I'm the asshole, but I live with my parents. I'll be 50 on Friday, me and my 16 year old daughter because I got custody of her. I don't know, somewhere around COVID time, and her father died suddenly, and I think she has a little bit of reactive attachment disorder, but her official classifications per school district, I guess, is DMDD. and she's like got an IP for... an emotional disturbance.
She's been physically aggressive with me. She put her hands on me. I'm currently in therapy for a TBI that I believe was caused by her.
I lost bladder control three times when she struck me in the back of the head when I was driving. She just turned 16. My parents already bought her a car.
She gets everything she wants. And... people seem to deflect the severity of it. She's been entangled in the court systems already, had a probation officer anyway, it's obviously not the ideal living situation, but because I had some heart issues that ended up in the emergency room.
I have been out of work for two and a half years, and due to financial obligations, I'm not able to move us at this time, so we're living with my parents. Fast forward to last week after three years with no break, not even an overnight somewhere. I could visit a friend who lives two hours away within the first 24 hours.
My team is calling me. I need to send her $50 to get the morning after pill, and I'm overdrawn in all my bank accounts anyway, needless to say, no R&R. The next time my mom calls me and said that I accidentally left my key in the door to my room, and I guess that means that I wanted her to clean it.
I said no, and my kid called me and showed me eight trash bags lined up in my room, completely cleaned. They both promised me that I would have a chance to look through my things before anything was thrown away. That was a lie.
I came home to three bags. Everything else was gone. That's just such a hurt piece.
I really can't even look at my mom. And then, like, I go to get something out of the drawer, and there's all of my batteries, like, stuff that I use every day. I get out of the shower every time I take a shower here.
I notice something else missing, and I just break down and cry, because it's just such an invasion of privacy, and... And my eyes crosses every line, and like, unless you've had it done to you, you can't understand it, and like my kid has had it done to her. But my parents just put her stuff into the shed.
They didn't throw anything away. So I thought she got it and it's like I don't even wanna exist in this house anymore. I hate it here all the time, and I was hysterical the other day, my dad's like, do you want me to call somebody?
I'm like no, I just want a family that loves me. That's all I want. Even one person in the world.
Would make a difference, but I don't have anybody, but I just don't even know how to handle this.