Why is it, that on the very rare occasion that I actually cry about something that has to do with her, I'm usually sworn at, told I'm overreacting, and, as in the case of last time, told that my wishes don't matter at all and I have no effect on the situation, but when she cries, it's like the whole world is ending and she needs to be comforted....
I'm the kid. I'm the obviously unstable teenage daughter. She's freaking 30, she should get a grip on herself.
She's sobbing... she plays this just as well as little kids do. You know how the kid falls, and then he looks over at his parents and does the delayed-response crying thing for attention? Yeah.