I said and did some terrible things to my mother when I was a teen. It started at about thirteen or fourteen and continued until I left high school, and then after when I got my first job. I was regularly having my bookcase closed over so I couldn’t read when I was grounded. I hated my mother, seriously “I wish you were dead you bitch” stylie.
Then I moved out.
I moved out at 17, moved halfway across the country. Mum and I mostly emailed, we didn’t even talk over the phone. Our relationship got a lot better, and I ended up moving back to Adelaide. Now I’m 22 and we’re not best friends, but we’re in a pretty good space in terms of our relationship. We hang out sometimes, she helps me with errands (I don’t have a car) and talk to each other a lot.
For me it was having the space. I was growing, mum was still treating me as a child (and let’s not talk about the insanely strict rules I got that seemed to have been repealed when my brother went through the same stages 4 years later). When I moved out and was supporting myself, she had to see that I was an adult and capable of making my own decisions and own mistakes. Our relationship became more equal, and we were both happier because the petty power struggles that marred my teenage years were finally over.
I agree with the “Myspace != diary” comments as well. I won’t say that if I was your daughter I wouldn’t have been pissed - I would have, majorly. But your reasons were valid, and to echo a 3rd time - if it’s on the internet, it’s not private.
You’ll probably find that your relationship with your daughter will remain hard for the next few years. But I’m pretty confident that you’ll find in a few years time when she’s moved out, had a chance to grow and become an adult rather than a hormone-ridden teen, she’ll come back to you. It won’t be perfect, but it’ll get better.