Ah. One man's trash is another man's treasure, they say. I am not making fun of you, just reminiscing how it felt for me when I had the same problem. 18+ years ago. (insert Scotish accent) "You. My daughter. You think I do not love you? You think I do not care about you? Then, you go! NOW! You go pack your bags with the clothes YOU bought! Not the clothes your mommy or I bought for you! An' while you are at it, you take NOTHING we bought for you! NOTHING, I tell you!"
Right about now she would be sobbing, her mother wants me dead, and I would tell her "We buy for you not just what you need, but what you want. We want you to be a normal kid. We want you to be happy. We do all of this, but even more! We tell you if you EVER need someone to talk to, just come to us. Do not pull the stunts your friends pull, they do not know if they can rely on their parents. But you know you have us!" Then she'll come up crying and give me a hug (after her mom throws her hands in the air, in desperate search for a cast iron skillet....)