My god. My daughter is unrecognisable. She's been at secondary for 5 weeks and she's a nightmare.
She won't organise herself and resents others doing it for her. She says she will do things that she doesn't. She seems to have massive struggle doing regular things like...ooh, manners! Personal hygiene! Being civil!
I'm a nag. I'm clearly out of touch and don't get that the priority is watching you tubers on her iPhone, going to the skate park, and youth club. Homework?! I'll do it later...but of course it doesn't get done unless I remind her and then it only gets done with the minimal amount of effort that oozes resentment.
So she's moving out. Going to her dads and his girlfriend and 4 month old gorgeous baby. Leaving her brother, 6 and close step sibling 9, very confused. I'll see her alternate weekends and a Thursday, she tells me.
I'm fuming. I'm devastated. I want to kill her. I want my baby back. Part of me will be glad, there is a shadow when she's around sometimes, because. She is so moody and ends every sarcastic sentence with a withering look.
I'm letting get go. Power struggle only happens when 2 people are battling. I'm giving in in the hope that she'll realise her life here is actually pretty good. But what if she doesn't come back? Then I guess she will be happier. Isn't that what I should want as her mother for her? Yes...but I want her to do things better, to achieve, to aspire. I know dad will look out for her, he was an awful fella but he's a good dad.
I am sad. I am very sad. How has this happened? How have I packed her suitcase this morning ready for 10pm?