Seriously. Sick of the trans-gender-fluid bullshit, sick of the "I want to take cyanide and die" bullshit... I'm ready to inform her that in a year she's out on her own and that she'd better well fucking plan for that eventuality NOW. Her older brother I was happy to have hang out for six months or a year after he completed high school. The younger kid, ostensibly a female, I'm fucking sick of. Indulged as only a female child could have been since birth. I'm done. Sick of the fucking attitutude, the no-future-plans, no college, et cetera -- ok. fuck YOU, welcome to the fucking real world. Perhaps you'd better fucking brace yourself. I'm inclined to announce this at an appointment with her psychologist. Any opinions? Any advice? Either would be welcome. You think your teenage life is so awful? Why don't I hie off to Paris and leave you on your fucking own to figure things out in real time and real space?