Patience is something I need to learn

The adopted one came over last night for a few minutes, throwing attitude like she owns the world. I was reading to the girls when she came in and started her shit, I tried to ignore her, but I took the bait and flipped out on her demanding that she get her shit out of my house immediately.

Then she tried this flippant approach, "It's not the first yet..."

Of course I had to get the best of her with, "Whatever you don't have out of here by Monday will be put out for the trash and the locks will be changed."

"Don't touch my stuff,"she wailed.

"After Monday anything that remains in this house will be put out for the trash and the locks will be changed."

"You won't touch my stuff."

I repeated myself again.

"My mom will be here tomorrow with her truck to help me move."

Trying to be diplomatic about the situation, "The girls will be back from their slumber party around noon, I want your stuff out before they come home."

"My mom will be here tomorrow with her truck to help me move," she repeated,"after her exercise class."

"Get out." I finally said. I couldn't contain the rage boiling inside of me any longer.

She seems to forget who she is dealing with. I don't really give a flying fuck about her and her $20 outfits. I have ultimate control in my home, which she is no longer a part of...So, suffice it to say, I will throw her trashy shit out of here quite easily. I'll probably even take great pleasure in it. I am quite a bitch after all when I need to be, or hell, even when I just want to be. Ask J, he sees that side of me all of the time. It took everything for me not to just start throwing her shit out of here. Had the girls not been here, I probably would have done exactly that. I was going to take the girls ice skating today, but now, I feel the need to sit here and watch her move. I don't trust her at all, especially since I'm missing clothes, some of which I found in her closet, others of which she feigns ignorance...Bullshit! Also, I need to figure out a way to approach her about paying for Sarah-do's book, which after talking to Sarah-do, I find out is basically irreplaceable, it was a gift from the author. How does one replace sentiment? You don't! The book is so fucked up though, that I couldn't in my right mind return it in that condition. I borrowed it, so I am responsible for it, even if I didn't actually do the damage, it was in my house, on my bookshelf...Till the adopted one decided to read it, it was in great condition. I'm an avid book collector, I would never ever treat a book, poorly, hell, I don't even break the bindings on my paperbacks...

Crazy D just called, the girls are up and ready to go. I better jump in the shower real quick and get over there.