It’s Valentine’s Day. My honey, Upside_Down_Amber and I have plans to sit on the floor and eat takeaway Indian food. We both took today off at work. We exchanged gifts when I got home from work at 1:30 AM this morning. We went to sleep (no, really) and Amber got up before me to go to the birthday celebration of her friend’s nine year old daughter, who idolizes her. I got up before noon and started cleaning the house so that Amber and I could enjoy some nice romantic ambience, rather than the usual mugs-and-videotron-bills-everywhere, cat litter tracked on the carpet, work uniforms thrown over chairs kind of chaos we usually swim around in. Amber told The Birthday Girl ahead of time that she couldn’t stay long. She told me that she wouldn’t stay long. It’s 4:46 PM. The party started at 11 AM. And I’m jealous that Amber is still with this little girl and not with me.
I should have known better. Usually, Amber has Saturday nights off, and I work. So Amber goes to visit her friend’s family to eat dinner and watch Rugrats DVDs on those night. Every single time, Birthday Girl throws a fit when Amber has to leave. A full-on, waterworks, turn-it-up-to-11 tantrum. I can imagine that the specialness of this day could only have made it worse. And Amber, not wanting to make a scene on Birthday Girl’s special day, is still swinging at the pinata while I’m dusting off the toilet tank for the second time, because there is nothing else to do.
I don’t know how I’m going to manage not being pouty when she finally gets home. I am the worlds biggest bitch. Please hit me with my own broom.
You know, if you manage to do a cute pout, it can be sexy…
What, exactly, have you done wrong?
Just a naughty solution to this, you don’t have to take this suggestion. Why not “offer yourself up” to her for a “spanking” because you’re being bad? It IS Valentine’s Day after all… nudge nudge wink 
Make a concillatory gesture as soon as she comes in the door, that you know will lead to “other things” so your grumpiness will be left behind and can’t do harm? Good luck…
Nah, I’m still mad at her.
I’d be more upset with the permissive mother, not my girlfriend. She doesn’t know what to do, and the parent isn’t quelling the child. She’s nine years old, and being allowed to throw tantrums and be an accomplished manipulator.
That mother is going to rue ever allowing such behaviour to continue, mark my words. The parent(s?) of that child need to learn how to say “No” and how to steer the girl away from doing things like that.
It’s not fair to put all the blame on your girlfriend, she is stuck in the middle, and doesn’t know what to do. I wouldn’t either, because it’s the parent’s job to stop that crud.
Maybe she should start being a bit “hard hearted” and telling the girl firmly “I have to go in 30 minutes”, then when the 30 minutes is up, get up quietly, get her stuff, and leave. If the girl tries to guilt her next time she sees Amber, then Amber should say words to the effect of “I told you I had to leave in 30 minutes, and I did. I have promises to keep, and you wouldn’t like it if I broke a promise to you would you? That’s why I kept my promise to the other person, because I don’t like breaking my word. I kept my promise with you, and I’m going to keep my promises with other people too.” Maybe that will begin to work?
If you like, you can print out my comments here and show them to her? I don’t mind. Good Luck both of you.
Thank you, Zabali. Reading your response really made me feel better.
I’ll talk to Amber about it tomorrow.
You’re welcome, glad to help. Sometimes an unbiased “stranger” can see a different angle and communicate that veiw to the person, which helps. Good luck. 