Here I sit… fighting every emotion and tear I can…
I don’t want to “get it”
I don’t want to be “that parent”
I don’t need the stress or worry
I don’t need my only child to be doing stupid and harmful shit…
Like how can you complain school is so hard and the kids are mean and all this… when you’re putting yourself in the position to have them talking about you?
You want to have boyfriends ok but the bullshit that goes with it brings problems.
I mean sending photos of yourself and having sexually explicit conversations but I’m wrong for saying anything… but you have boyfriend and sending photos of your ass literally to other boys? But you’re mad they called you a hoe…
No, technically you’re not, is all I can tell her.
But if you were my friend and age I’d tell you these things:
You are acting like you want that attention, than completely act so innocent when they put their hands on you or say something you don’t like- but you sending messages on instagram that contradicts everything.
If that’s not what you want than stop putting yourself into dumb situations.
Stop sending racy photos of yourself to all these boys and random strangers online.
Stop talking about sex with these people.
Be the person you want to have in your life.
There’s so many things I could say… than I think that I’m not helping. I’m only going to make it worse.
Than I realized I don’t say anything and nothing will ever change. But it’s not on me to change her. She has to want better for herself.
She doesn’t want to listen. She doesn’t see anything wrong with anything she says or does.
So all I can do is sit here in my tears and write. There’s a choice, allow her to find herself and be who she wants and how she wants- and just sit in the mess she makes and just say “I’m here and I love you regardless”
I could go batshit crazy and scream yell curse and tell her how fucking dumb she’s being cause I want better for her and I need her to get it together and she has no choice…
I can’t do that. Just want her to love herself… more than I love her… so she won’t have to go through all the petty bs… but she has a choice, and if this is what she chooses to do.. who am I to tell her she’s wrong.
This shit sucks.