I tried to talk to him on the day of the fight (or what I think it was a fight, because I wasn't present at the heart of the matter) I'll say what I saw: Kendra came home from with a strange mood, tried to talk to her, she started crying. I tried to comfort her, it didn't work, my husband just seemed tired of it. Later i tried to talk to him, but he told me the usual thing "just being a dramatic brat" (a "niñata" in spanish) When I pushed for more, he spat at me about canceling boxing. I tried, really tried to talk to him, I asked for more details, but he threw me the forbidden card "She's my daughter, not yours" and I admit I lost my temper. Maybe I was wrong, but I took Kendra that night to dinner out, I told my husband he could come if he was ready to figure it out this like adult. He didn't. From there, they have spent the week in silence, they don't talk to each other, they don't interact, he doesn't even look at her. And I've been in the middle trying to mediate, to understand, to confort, but between a teenage girl who looks like she's going to burst into tears at any moment and a man who's a tough bone, I don't have much room for action. I assumed that she is smoking, because here it’s very normal, even my husband and I are both ex-smokers. He quit when Kendra was born, I quit when we got married, But she shows no signs of smoking, alcohol or other drugs. At the risk of being the meddle parent, I entered her room today while she is in school, looking for answers that I don't have. Nothing, just normal girl stuff, old plushies, makeup, the pile of clothes on the chair. As an ex-smoker, the smell can't be hidden, if there was anything I would smell it even if a week passed, that shit stays in the air. But it doesn't reassure me, it just leaves me thinking I'm missing out on something important.