At what fucking point in my fucking life am I going to be allowed to parent my own children?
At what point in my fucking life is my mother going to stop fucking meddling and interfering?
When I say “no”, I mean “NO”. I do not have to justify that “no” to anyone. Not my child, not my mother. Not to anyone with half a fucking brain.
When I tell my kid to sit down, or be quiet, or don’t do that, or get this done, it needs to be done. The kid needs to sit down, or be quiet, or not do that, or get that done. Not run to my mom crying about how mommy is mean and won’t let them do exactly as they please.
No, snoflake, you are NOT entitled to behave the way you want. No, snoflake, you can’t ignore the rules because you don’t like them.
I’m so glad my mother respects my authority as a parent. I’m so glad my mother respects me. /sarcasm
Fuck. That.
I’m so sick of this shit and this war she has me at with the kids, it really makes me wonder WHY in holy fuck I continue to put up with her and her shit.
