I came very close to killing a teenager this evening. Not really, but the pimp hand cocked back once or twice in preparation...
This kid is only 13. What the fuck am I going to do at 16? At 18?
The biggest issue seems to be a general level of unappreciativeness for what Amy and I do and provide for her. Was I this way when I was her age? I don't recall, too many years in between. But I honestly do not think I was.
I don't even want to go into what brought the confrontation on tonight. I was so furious that it makes me angry all over again just considering trying to detail it here. But it led into other issues, and that is where my current frustration stems from.
Sloan has had a hard time with the divorce between her mother and I. To make matters even more difficult, I am relegated to being the disciplinarian. I know. Me. Who would ever think that one? But her mother only sees her every other weekend (I have primary custody), so that time is not going to be filled with any level of discipline. We just have to expect it.
But sometimes...
She graduates middle school in a couple of weeks and starts high school in August. If it is this bad right now, what is going to happen later on down the road?
Not much scares me in this life. This gives me pause...
Sorry. Had to vent...
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