Emerald came in hot and heavy with the dog discussion again. Like, out of the blue. I told her we were still discussing it, but that totally ticked her off. She went off about every little thing that bothered her. She said she never got anything she wanted [false], we didn’t trust her [fact], we never let her do anything [false…ish], and I treat her like a baby […]. I never knew she was repressing so much frustration.
That last part got me though. I didn’t even know how to respond. Like…she is my baby. She’ll always be my baby! I’m painfully aware that she’s growing up. And I know I need to loosen the reigns a little so she can develop into her own person. But I’m not quite sure how to do that.
As if that weren’t bad enough, Jolly ol Saint Winstonlas chimed in talking about let’s just let her have the dog.
I can’t stand him.
At least my baby’s happy now.
