Letters from the Momma
Dear Little Mr. Putzboy -
I’d like to start this letter by saying a fond fairwell, but that would mean I actually liked you, and I didn’t.
For three months I’ve watched in horror as my free-spirited, funny, zaney, loveable, beautiful, punkrocker Teen has changed into a moody, morose, country-and-western-music-listening (not that there is anything wrong with country and western music aside from the fact that it makes me want to drink mass quantities of hard whiskey and it isn’t her style at all), sitting - on - the - phone 24/7, tearful Teen and I was not happy about it.
I put up with you because she loves you. I tolerated your “I just want you to be happy” do nothing but sit on the couch and pout moods, I tolerated your tacky to my Tween behavior, hell I even tolerated your day-long fit when I took you all the freakin way to another town to watch her in a Band Concert because she wanted you there. She had to be in rehearsals by a certain time and invited you to go in but you decided to pitch a bitch fest because her best friend wanted to go into rehearsals with her also, and you couldn’t make up your mind what to do so she walked into rehearsals anyway! OMG.. I mean how dare her have a life! Gads what a fuckin moron dope you were.
I know you’re all 18-and-young, and I know she is only 16. And I know she allowed you to treat her the way you did. And I know I didn’t step right up and say HEY, get the hell out, because I think she needs to start making her own decisions and probably even suffer the consequences of them. But still, you broke my babies heart and made her cry… for over 24-freakin’ hours. Jackass.
And for what? Because you moved 16 miles away? Well hell, boy, you’ve got a car, she’s got a license, and there is always the telephone and email, but no… if it can’t be your way it just can’t be. UGH!
Yes, I am an irate mother. No mother likes to see her daughter broken hearted. ANd I know ya’ll would have split up anyway, eventually, and I know its probably not even a bad thing that you did now considering the way being in a relationship with you was making her change, HOWEVER - How dare you make my baby cry!
And on the weekends when you do come back to our town to visit your family here, don’t bother calling her to see if you can come here because you’re not welcome any more and she will be busy doing other things with other people and hanging out with her friends instead of worrying whether or not your emotionally controling ass is gonna get pissed about where she goes and what she does. She’s better off without you and she can do a far site better than you. Hell dating one of the guys from the local work release would be a step up, in my humble opinion. But what do I know? I’m just the momma.
Okay. I”m done ranting. With all of that being said, best of luck in town-next-door!
Momma
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