It sounds really horrible for me to say the following, but I’ma say it.
I have a kid who I don’t actually like very much.
I don’t like how she behaves, and I’m not very impressed by anything she does.
This isn’t about love. This is about enjoying a person’s company and enjoying hearing things about her. On those fronts… yeah no. I don’t like her.
I’m sure that the kinds of things she does which make me not even want to be in the same room with her at times are, in the end, just the petty and normal stuff of plenty of childhoods. But I need some reassurance on that front because I sure as fuck never exhibited these behaviors and neither did any of my siblings.
It’s probably relevant that she’s eight. (Just turned eight last month.)
She is melodramatic. No that’s not the word. It’s something more extreme than that. This morning a light plastic broom fell over–was not knocked over, did not have any force behind it other than gravity, just kind of lightly fell over–and tapped, I swear, tapped her head, and she fell collapsed to the floor screaming bloody murder as though she’d broken an arm. She does this shit all the time.
She treats people trying to help her like they are garbage. Earlier today her brother was trying to hold some things for her (which she did not actually need held–more on that in a second) and when he didn’t understand exactly how she wanted these things held or something (it was hard to make out exactly what the problem was) she began screaming, ear-splitting screams, out there in our driveway, so loudly neighbors looked out their window to see in what way I was abusing her.
When I talked to her about it afterwards, she maintained, without flinching, that everyone was yelling at her for no reason. No, she said, she hadn’t raised her voice at all. The screaming? Nope. Didn’t happen.
That brings me to another thing. She is either a very stubborn liar (and pretty damned good actor if I can try to sort of say something good about how she behaves) or she is utterly unaware of her own actions as she is performing those very actions. She will report to me that I myself said things (for example, giving permissions for exceptions to rules) whichI did not say, and will maintain it with utter resolve–to my very face. Again, it’s not her telling her mom that I said something, it’s even worse: She’s telling me I said it.
She does not do her homework. We have to micromanage it to the point of actively watching to make sure she does each problem.
She acts as helpless as possible at all times.
She does not respond to negative incentives in any way I can discern. Indeed, as far as I can tell, she enjoys the drama of it all and likes to pretend she’s being martyred.
There are other things I could put here probably but I am feeling really bad just typing this out. I’m going to stop.
Does she turn out okay in the end? What role do I have in that story, if any?