My daughter at her worst, was never able, or more likely just didn't care enough, to be sneaky. Her entitlement was so great that it never occurred to her to hide what she was doing (and these were bad, bad things) from us. Looking back I am oddly grateful that no matter how bad things got inside her head, she always acted out and not in. There was always something, for a long time just raw anger, for us to work with and with that and the help of some extraordinary and exceptional people we got her back and truly better than ever. Sometimes I catch myself thinking how lucky I am to have the relationship with her I do. Thinking that you've lost something or worse were never going to have something you've dreamed of all your life -- because truly I wanted a daughter more that a child from the first moment -- makes having her, really truly having her, absolutely delicious.