My Daughter’s Friend Stayed Over for the Night. The Next Morning I Found Her in My Bedroom, and I Was Shocked by Her Behavior…

My daughter is sixteen. On Friday evening, she asked if her friend could spend the night. I agreed—she’s a polite girl from a good family, and I’ve known her for several years.

They came around eight in the evening. They had dinner, went to my daughter’s room, and closed the door. I could hear them laughing, playing music, and chatting. Just a typical evening for teenagers.

I went to bed around eleven. In the morning, I woke up at eight and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I decided to check on the girls to wake them up.

I opened the door—and froze in the doorway.

My daughter was sleeping on the bed. But her friend was standing at my vanity table in our bedroom, which was across the hallway. She was wearing my dress—the one I wore for my husband’s anniversary. Expensive, silk, embroidered with Swarovski crystals. She was twirling in front of the mirror, taking selfies.

I entered the bedroom. She flinched when she saw me. She blushed but didn’t take off the dress. She just stood there in silence.

I asked her what she was doing. She replied that she just tried it on and wanted to see how it looked on her. She said it so casually, as if it was nothing special.

I looked at the vanity—it had my jewelry box open. I always kept it closed. Several bracelets were lying on the surface. Clearly, she had tried those on too.

I asked her to take off the dress and leave the room. She pulled it over her head right in front of me, tossed it on the bed, and left. No apologies. No embarrassment.

I picked up the dress—and saw a stain from foundation. The silk was spoiled.

I went into my daughter’s room. I woke her up and asked if she knew what her friend had been doing. My daughter sleepily opened her eyes, not understanding a thing. I explained. She turned pale and said she had no idea.

The friend was sitting in the kitchen with her phone. I sat across from her and asked how she even entered my bedroom and thought she could take my things. She shrugged and said, “I just wanted to try it on. I thought you wouldn’t notice.”

I asked her to pack her things. She went into my daughter’s room, and five minutes later, came out with her backpack. My daughter stood nearby, confused, not knowing what to say. The friend was offended and said, “Making such a fuss over a dress,” and left, slamming the door.

My daughter cried. She said she was ashamed and didn’t know. I comforted her, but inside I was boiling.

That evening, the girl’s mother called me. Her voice was outraged. She said that I had humiliated her daughter and kicked her out of the house, and that the girl came home in tears. I explained the situation. She replied, “So what if she tried on a dress. You’re rich; you shouldn’t mind.”

I hung up the phone because I realized—there was no point in talking. To her, taking someone else’s belongings without asking is a trivial matter. But for me, it is a violation of boundaries and a complete lack of respect.

My daughter no longer associates with this girl. She says she feels uncomfortable remembering it. I support her choice.

But still, whenever I see that dress in the closet with the stain on the hem, I wonder: how do parents raise children who think the world is their playground?

Would you have kicked the teenager out for something like this, or just talked it out and let it go?

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My daughter’s friend stayed over at our place – nothing unusual, girls often stay at each other’s houses. In the morning I went into my daughter’s room to wake them up and call them for breakfast. My daughter was fast asleep, but her friend wasn’t there. I stepped into the hallway and suddenly noticed that the door to my bedroom was slightly open. I moved closer, looked inside, and froze in shock. Our guest was standing at my mirror, and what she was doing there completely pushed me over the edge…
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