AITA for telling my adoptive daughter that I should have left her on the streets? I, 31M, and my adoptive daughter, 14F, have been living together for a week. Four of my friends (not including me) agreed to become legal guardians, thinking this would be an “adventurous” experience. Two girls and three dudes raising a child? Easy peasy, right? Wrong. I’m a teacher, so I thought I could help with homework. My friends could handle other life things. Simple. Logical. Safe. HAH. Day 1: She’s coloring my textbook. Not with a pen. Not with a pencil. With PERMANENT MARKER. Across every page. Including the spine. Day 2: She decided that my sleep schedule was a personal challenge and screamed at 3 AM to “test my reflexes.” I fell out of bed. Bruised. Humiliated. Day 3: She “borrowed” my expensive work gadgets to make a “robot friend” and set half the living room on fire. My friend had to smother it with a blanket. I don’t even want to think about the insurance claim. Day 4: She loudly announced that she hates my cooking, threw all her vegetables at the wall, and told the cat that it “deserved better.” The cat now hides under my bed and gives me judgmental looks. Day 5: She came home from school and informed me she has AUDHD. Fine. I literally do not care about diagnoses. But apparently she “needed emotional support,” so she cried for three hours straight while I was trying to eat cereal. By Day 6, I literally said, in a moment of exhaustion and maybe regret for my life choices: “Honestly… I should have left you on the streets.” She screamed. My friends are collectively horrified. Someone threatened to call CPS. And yes, I get it. Saying that was horrible. But also, she: Attempts parkour over the kitchen counter, Uses my expensive headphones as a slingshot, Broke my favorite mug in what she described as “a trust exercise”, Made glitter bombs in my room while I was teaching online, So, am I really the villain here? Or is this just the natural consequence of adopting a demon child and calling it parenting?