Ok so my daughter (23f) has been living in my(44f) home her entire life except for about a 3 month stint when she finally got her own place but her dad(45m) had to pay her rent which was around $30-$40 a month. She ended up coming home because she started getting sick and no one could figure out what was wrong with her. Fast-forward a year and we discover she has celiac disease so she starts cutting out gluten and of course we accommodate her to ensure there's no cross-contamination. I Still ate what I want but she got her own dishes and stuff like that, until she had to do her own dishes, and I refuse to wash dishes any different than I normally do. So maybe she's not as sensitive as she tried to come off as. I still kept her food in a different space but the dishes were kept with all the others and soon they were used for non-gf which didn't affect her.

I eventually moved and bought a house. This has been my dream since I became an adult. I will admit that I did fall into a deep depression due to some personal issues that I was facing and continue to face. And with that depression, I became agoraphobic and developed hoarding tendencies. Well, I started going to therapy and taking meds, working with the people I needed to to make sure my family and I stay safe. And once I gained more energy and started coming back to life, I started cleaning, and I've been just on a roll.

Here's the thing ( in my best Ray William Johnson), my daughter has banned me from her room, so I didn't go in her room. She's had this awful attitude towards me for over 6 mos. now. She acts exactly like my egg donor (who I have gone no-contact with due to her ongoing abuse since childhood), and to have a child who acts just like my abusive mother, who has the ability to make me feel so little and stupid, well, I feel like I'm falling back into the hole. I can't talk about her without tears filling my eyes. Ok, last night I was cleaning a bit more of my living room (where most of the damage is), and I'm almost done, but I thought I would wash party of one of the walls, and take my duster and clean up some of the cobwebs on my ceiling. I wasn't making any noise (i.e. talking, listening to music, pounding on the walls, stomping etc.) but I get a text that I need to go to my room because nighttime is her time and me being in the living room or kitchen is disruptive ans because Im making her uncomfortable by being in the common areas.Now this made me angry. I paid this house off, I pay all the bills, I'm the one who pays for her food, and her dad pays for her phone.

Now she's telling me I'm being unreasonable for telling her she has to get out. I gave her 30 days to find her own place and she can figure out how to pay for it. She's currently trying to get on disability due to some mental health issues and some physical issues. I just don't think she has any right to tell me what I can and can't do in my house. I already don't go in her room and I've tried to respect her space as an adult. At this point we don't really talk unless it's a text from her to chew me out for some infraction or another. But I try to clean when the mood strikes me otherwise it wouldn't get done. I haven't asked for her help in cleaning. The only thing I asked from her was to do the dishes and take garbage out but that never got done so now it's on me to do all the chores and deep clean after I let my depression get out of hand. I haven't asked her to help around the house since because then everything would just pile up. And it may sound petty but I've started keeping dishes in my room that use and those are the ones I wash and the rest are the ones she uses so if she wants a dish, she has to wash one, and she complains about that but right now, I am not giving in. I didn't raise her like this. She had chores growing up, she had responsibilities. But once she got these diagnoses, and shared them with my egg donor, this is what she turned into. I hate saying it but she is an entitled brat. And I can't take it. She refuses to get help and try to make her life better and I'm done enabling this lifestyle for her. So am I the ah for kicking my daughter out?