fucking pathological liar

The superintendent called me today at my work.
He said the cheerleading coach spent the day on a field trip, and he'd try to tsalk to her tomorrow. This after he promised he'd talk to her first thing Monday morning and then call me back Monday morning.
He didn't mention his promise, and why he didn't follow through with what he said he'd do.
Fuck him and his mom.
So while at work, in the middle of losing my mind taking care of 15 critically ill patients, and barely able to keep my head above water, daughter calls me from the basketball game she's cheering at..........she's crying because some of the cheerleaders told her in a pissed off tone how the squad may not be going to competition because the cheerleading sponsor told them  my daughter may have ruined it for all of them.
She just keeps stirring the shit, and agitating the other girls.
I calmed her down and told her the attorney would take care of things....................we hang up..........I call her back 1/2 hour later........she's being held in a room off the gym by the cheerleading sponsor, athletic director, and one of the other mothers. They are questioning her. My head just about blew off........I was so angry I burst in to tears. All I could think about was telling that mother fucking short ugly, pathological liar to fuck off. How dare they question my daughter. How dare they.
I had daughter put the other mother on her phone and I told the other mother that my daughter was to leave that room immediately and go outside the building where her ride was waiting for her or I was going to call the police. That she was not to say another word.
And so daughter did leave the room and went outside. Boyfriend was waiting for her. He took her home for me.
I'm already sick.......................................and now........well now I'm so fucking beside myself with even more anger that I look at the 2 liter of coke sitting on my kitchen counter and I think how I want to go to the cheerleading sponsors house and throw it through the window of her mother fucking car......................................................and I make plans in my head how at cheerleading competition this Sunday, I'm going to tell her to suck my ass.........but not until I call her a mother fucking cunt.
That's how I feel.
So you see, I probably do need help.
I have this anger inside of me that's just seeping out of my mouth,  mind, and heart in little doses.......................I'm half afraid to be around her, the coach........because I'm afraid it's going to get really ugly.....as if it hasn't already.