Lord, have mercy. I need to find a handbook for dealing with teenagers.
Or in my case, a book dealing with teenagers while trying to stay sober. Maybe I should write that book…. OF WHAT NOT TO DO!!! Grief.
One minute, we can talk and laugh. The next minute, she hates me, talks about me behind my back and then when I confront her with it she snottily says, “Well I can guarantee you it’s all true! But you probably wouldn’t know if it happened or not!”
Ouch. My mother would have slapped me right in the mouth. I don’t believe in that. I walked away, rounded up all her electronics, got in a fight with her father about punishment for her (she’s his baby girl and can do no wrong and I’m evil) and am now waiting on her to get off the phone so I can take it as well.
I have three other children, two that are grown and gone, and they have never disrespected me like that ever. Where did I go wrong with this one?
One good thing I got right today? No hidden alcohol to drown it all out.
Ray is pissed, disappointed and disrespected…