I owe my daughter some hurt feelings

 

My Mikey, I love you

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Since Elisabeth thinks gratuitous meanness is okay, if it is directed at her mother, she is about to get a heaping helping of it from Dad.  I’m sick and goddamned tired of her hurting MY WIFE’s feelings all the time, on purpose, apparently.  If it isn’t on purpose, then she can wake up and pay attention.

Last night, I had $3.00 and some change in my pocket.  She asked me for a dollar, so I gave it to her.  Then, she came back and asked for another one, "so Benny can have a soda, too".  No problem.  I figured that was fair.

Boy, am I stupid!!!

She went to the store, got herself and Benny one drink, bought Stacy another one, and gave Stacy a drink right in front of her mother.  When My Mikey asked why she didn’t get a drink for him, Elisabeth said something to the effect of "because I got one for Stacy".

I’m tempted to make Elisabeth write sentences….much like one has to do in Elementary School.  "I apologize for hurting my mother’s feelings, and I will try to be more considerate."  200 times!!!!!

If she wants to ACT like a ten-year-old, then maybe she deserves the punishment of one.

Better yet, though…a dose of her own medicine might be good for her.  I’m thinking really hard about buying her mother and me something,  and letting her know that I COULD HAVE gotten it for her, too, but decided that someone else needed it instead…like Jenniffer or someone.

Little girl is going to have to learn to be more considerate of her mother, or there WILL BE hell to pay.  We let her take off school yesterday and today, in order to spend more time with Benny before he goes back to California.  What thanks do we get?  Rudeness?  I think not!

She hasn’t been rude to me, but she doesn’t seem to GET IT, yet, that her mother happens to be my wife, and I don’t let ANYONE treat my wife badly…I don’t even let myself get by with it.

I didn’t want to have a war with my daughter, as Wayne and I have waged for the past seventeen years.  I think I’m just a bad person, because I never find peace and happiness, no matter what I do.

Daddy died, Mama married Wayne, who hates me, we battle for (apparently) the rest of our lives – though I’m very sick of battling…I wish Wayne would just chill and understand that I am his wife’s son – and then I marry someone bullheaded, who happens to have the most arrogant teenage daughter in the world, dooming me to yet MORE battling.

I’m so goddamned tired of fighting, yet who will give me rest?

Elisabeth is a good girl, in most ways.  The way she treats her mother, though, is shameful.  She will pay for that,  throughout her life.  I know this from plenty of personal experience.

Good day and God bless,

Jack<

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