“bodypoet: You look under the mattress? What do you suspect your kids of doing, anyway? By your standards, lola’s scarlet journal wouldn’t be safe even if she did keep it in her room or her bag. Kids shouldn’t be cornered and frustrated to that extent.”
I looked under my stepkids’ mattresses too. You don’t want to know what I found out from some of the shit that was there. You really don’t. And if any of my other kids pulls any of that shit you had best believe they will get a very, very rude awakening as well.
Because of some of the shit that has gone down in this household, I no longer buy into “BELIEVE THE CHILDREN” or “teenagers have an absolute right to privacy.” What I believe in is “My house, my rules; there’s the door if you don’t like it,” and one of my rules is everything gets read. You don’t like it? shrug Kids shouldn’t be cornered and frustrated to that extent? Parents shouldn’t have to put a baby monitor in the kids’ rooms to make sure they get home from sneaking out and tripping and stealing with their friends in time to go to school, thanks.
“Hamadryad: Now, what you did sounds justified. But not all kid/parent or stepkid/stepparent situations should be resolved that way.”
Your posts seem relatively well-thought-out, which is the only reason I’m not answering this in a screamingly sarcastic way. I mean, Rilchiam? This one is a gigantic DUH, like saying “All international disputes should not be solved with nukes.”
I understand that a lot of people are coming from households wherein the worst thing a kid ever did was smoke a joint with friends or go to a party in an abandoned house. Some of us have not been so fortunate.
And throw me in with Reprise…once a kid gets to a certain age, most parents expect to get their lives back. If the kid keeps hanging on, their mere presence in the house keeps the parents from having their own lives. At least, this happens in 9/10 of the households I’ve seen where the kid is unable to cut the cord, Guinastasia’s Utopian homelife nonwithstanding.
I can still remember very clearly what it felt like to be a stepkid. I still intensely dislike my stepmother for the very, VERY poor ways in which she chose to deal with me. Even with that said, Lola doesn’t get sympathy from me on this one. Especially since she got the damned thing back. And the people who say “But her dad gave it back!” Uh…her stpmother threw it out at 6:45 in the morning when (as Lola says) no one else was even up, right? Then I think the stepmother ALSO had a hand in letting Lola’s father give it back. Another duh.