It was 3 AM last winter when I saw the glow of my daughter’s phone seep through her door crack again. For the 23rd time, I deleted the words “No more phone or you’re out” from my message. Instead, I buried my face in my hands and sobbed silently. She’d just started high school, locking herself in her room to game every night. Her grades slipped, and every attempt to talk turned into a battle. Her words—“You don’t get it!” “Stop nagging!”—cut deeper than any slammed door. The worst part? The little girl who used to whisper secrets at bedtime now treated me like a stranger with spikes. #ParentingStruggles #TeenageRebellion #PhoneAddiction #MotherDaughterRelationship #Heartbreak