Because, not only did you laugh at my son when he uttered the phrase “highly perturbed”, but had a whole houseful of perfect strangers calling him “Poindexter”. And then got angry with me when I didn’t give him “the back of my hand” when he told you good friend Taylor “I can’t help it if I’m smart and your not.”
Because you repeatedly told my insecure daughter that her acne was due to her unclean habits (the fact that she’s 13 years old has nothing to do with it according to you). And you got upset with me because I didn’t give her a whupping when she tearfully told you to stop being mean and to leave her alone already.
Because you smacked my son in the face for dropping a piece of chicken on the floor. Because you pinched my daughter’s upper arm until it was bruised in order to teach her “common curtesy” (this because she would not tell another friend of yours that her curry tasted good, even though you admitted it tasted like shit.)
You do not agree with the way I’m raising my children. Specifically, you do not believe I hit them enough. In truth, I don’t hit them at all. My method is better. Let us contrast and compare. I was raised by my grandmother who did not give me the back of her hand when the mood struck her. My two stepsisters were raised by the two of you.
Me: College graduate. Good job. Stable home life. Never been in trouble with the law.
Stepsister #1: High school drop-out. Involved in 2 seperate shooting incidents. Arrested 5 times- so far.
Stepsister #2: Spent 3 years in prison for drug traffiking yet still found time to have 5 kids from 3 different men.
Neither of the children you raised works. But they both keep clean houses and we all know what’s really important, right?
So we don’t agree on how to raise children. I can deal with that. What I can’t deal with is how you sneer at my kid’s intelligence and gloat over any tiny mistake they may make. Now you have the nerve to call me and ask why you haven’t seen them in over a month?
Now, if I only had the nerve to tell them this to their faces.