It was DD’s birthday party today. She has a “best friend” who I’ve always been a little
about. This kid has always been conscious of being cool and can be mean to others up her status, if that makes sense.
Anyway, Dd invited this best friend, plus two of this best friend’s friends (well, they’re more the bf’s friends than DD’s friends), and one of DD’s proper friends who is quite a new friend. I wasn’t super convinced of this mix, but it’s what she wanted. I tried to persuade her to choose other kids, but she was fixed on that group.
Anyway, the party was today and dd’s bf and one girl were being pretty hideous the whole party - making snide remarks about the other children, leaving dd out etc.
I felt really deflated when we got home (I took them to an activity which cost a flipping fortune) but wasn’t sure how much DD had noticed. Fast forward to an epic tantrum about nothing much (I made the wrong pasta - but she barely even threw tantrums when she was a baby, so I knew something was up) and I realised that she had. I asked her what was going on, and she said bf was being mean to her, and that the other girls were leaving her out on her own birthday and it made her feel upset.
I feel so sad for her. What a memory for her 9th birthday party.
What do I do? I suggested she could start playing with the other girl - the one who isn’t in the bf’s circle (and the focus of a lot of passive meanness today as a consequence. She would say “I like this game” the bf and another girl would be all, “That game is rubbish, such a waste of time” and so on and so on, laughing at her suggestions etc).
I am very good friends with bf’s mother. I want to say something. But would there be any point? I’m sure not. I’m just boiling at the moment. I can just see the bf growing up to being someone who cares more about her status than other people’s feelings and it’s just so flipping depressing.
I’ve been venting to DH who couldn’t come to the party, as he stayed home with DD’s younger siblings, but he’s getting a bit bored of my vents now so I’m venting on here.
Ahhh! Help! Why’s it so hard? My poor little love. She’s such a gentle lass. 