I can relate to that DJ, I would hear my daughter talking on the phone and wonder who the heck that person was and what did they do with my daughter.  It certainly wasn't the daughter I knew, the person who never missed a chance to slam me, put me down or tell people horrible things about me, but could be so charming when she wanted something from me.  It all depends on who she is with at the time.  Why, can we see them for who/what they are, yet we are labelled the crazy ones?

 

Dancer