Oh mother, where art thou?

As long as I live I will never understand the relationship between mother and daughter. It's more complicated than the world is wet.
Bad, bad morning for Katie & I. We fought like enemies the entire drive to school.
I swore like a sailor all the way home and cried like a baby for 10 minutes in the driveway.
I can't put it off any longer- we need counsling.

It hurts so much. I try to remind myself that I'm a good mom. I know she's a good kid...so why does it play out like this??
I grew up without a close relationship with my mother- always wanting one. When Katie was born, I prayed I would be a good mom (so we could have that closeness I still wanted).

She argues with me about everything, making demands instead of asking. Everytime I have to say "no" she says "why?" and pushes me so far with her reasoning to get her way that I feel forced into a lecture on what it means to respect authority. If this were once in a while- even once a week, I wouldn't be writing this. Unfortuately it's everyday, about every little thing. I'm going crazy!! Yep, I know, it's counsler time.

Any advice?? I'll take anything...