A living nightmare…
Amanda glanced at the clock on her night stand… 1:09 a.m. For weeks she hadn’t really slept and tonight was dreading a second-period algebra test in the morning. But that wasn’t the worst of it… staring at her phone, she debated whether to turn it back on. Ben, an upperclassman with whom she shared a Spanish class, had become obsessed with her.
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My 14 years old daughter is a normal teen.
By “normal”, I mean that she doesn’t talk to her mom (myself) a lot.
Here’s a typical mother-daughter talk:
1. I’m asking her something, she mumbles back.
2. I’m trying to understand what she said.
3. She gets angry and swears that she’ll never speak to me again.
4. She turns her back and storms away, end of conversation.
5. I’m completely and utterly puzzled as to what just happened.
From time to time though, no prior notice, she opens up to me and we share those special moments in which I get a short glimpse of what’s really going on in her world.
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I’ve been neglecting my readers lately: Summer, kids, you know, nothing personal:)
I admit – this summer has pushed me back into my comfort zone.
I sent my third / smallest child – 6 already (when did that happen), to first grade today.
Had to remind myself repeatedly that eventually it will all be ok. That she’ll be fine, my baby.
Not a baby anymore, is she.
Why is my heart-broken?
Anyway, that’s not what I planned to write about:
I planned to write about child abuse, and about a very special person.