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I'm still here. We're all still here. Except Sam.

Nearly two months ago, Sam decided she no longer wanted to live with us. We're boring. We limit her time on the computer. We limit her phone use. We make her do chores. We don't allow her to be with her friends all the time and especially on school nights.

Madame X, on the other hand, is never home to supervise. She does not monitor computer use. She allows Sam to hang out in bars with her. She lets Sam spend every night with friends, if Sam wants, because then she doesn't have to be responsible for her own daughter.

We've been dealing. We're heartbroken, of course, and we're worried. We're worried about what is happening with our daughter. We're worried about the influences Sam has in her life now. We're worried about how she is doing in school and we're worried that she will make some really bad choices.

But there's not much we can do. Not yet. Not until Sam is ready.

I'm just hoping that it's sooner rather than later.