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did i make you smile at least! squint your beautiful eyes at the screen and shake your head?!!
i'm your friend, never forget that!
how about when your hard headed teenage son pushes on you to the point of snapping and you call him an asshole and tell him to get the fuck out of your house?
yes, i did this on the same day that you hollered back into the universe!
did i feel bad? yes. did i apologize? yes. did my son push me beyond my point over driving lessons that i've offered to pay for a 100 times, when i don't have the money, and he's constantly held it over my head? yes. and did he back out for the 40 billionth time, just as i was about to pay for it, set set the practice drive time up with his dad? yes.
and guess what? did he tell me that it wasn't "good enough", and that he couldn't "pass it", after years of listening to his incesant bullshit, lies, exuses, retardation? yes.
let's add in the $500 course that his grandparents paid for over a year ago. did he not learn enough then? his insecurities get in the way, and cause him to be stupid/make stupid decisions. not my problem.
and yes, this offically makes my son an asshole!
not permanently, but on thursday at 7:47 pm, when i'm in tears in the kitchen, and i'm fed up, tired, hungry, way over worked, blah blah blah.
i'm laughing right now!
bottom line - it was a small mistake in the world of mothering that max will not remember. i swear.
and when my son reminds me that i called him an asshole, you better believe that he'll get reminded AGAIN, that yes, he was acting like one, and YES, i shouldn't have said it outloud. and YES, i will remind him again, that i'm the only adult that stuck around to deal with his ass, period. he's literally driven everyone else away.
(that last part might seem harsh, but it's the truth).
(on a hystercial note, i kind of don't even regret it! i'm a single parent and overworked. the world, and yes, this includes my own son, can offically kiss my fucking ass if they think that i'm not doing "enough".)
i know me, and you know you.
fuck the rest!
hearts,
dc
slayer of giants, bad things, monster's and other shit!