So, this is @insert-creativity-here 's dad. Little background here: the blog owner is a pre-pubescent caucasian middle class girl who goes to private school and lives in the suburbs.
Her dad, "mr. this guy", is married, owns the family home outright, is employed, has no criminal record, is not drowning in oppressive debt, doesn't have a bunch of dependents by a bunch of women, doesn't use narcotics, doesn't indulge in drinking in excess, has never been incarcerated, and he pays his taxes.
Here is what you need to know:
1) My daughter will always be my daughter, in the way my kid will always be my kid.
2) I sincerely don't care if she is gay, bi, or whatever. As a student of biology, with a lot of dabbling in chemistry, neurology, and psychobiology, I DO know that at her age, the chemicals, hormones, and neurotransmitters are a hot mess.
3) The hot mess will fade over time as the body matures, both literally and figuratively.
4) When I was younger, I was a hot mess too. In a different way, but looking back on it, I feel bad for putting my mom through that. Karma, huh?
5) I am being patient, trying to be supportive, and reasonable all at the same time. Outbursts, irrational thinking, deception, and lies of omission aside...she's still my kid, and I love her, and I will do my damnedest to protect her and care for her.
7) My son's a knucklehead who doesn't listen, and he drives me absolutely crazy. He is also a mini-me. He also has/had a brilliant sister who makes growing up in her shadow unfair.
8) I will admit to being racist, in the manner of being "comfortable among my own kind". Humans are tribal, pack animals...and like attracts like. HOWEVER - I don't dislike someone only the basis of their race. What makes me strongly dislike someone is if they are dumb. I don't mean ignorant -ignorance can be fixed by learning - i can't stand stupid people. People who cheat, people without ethics and common decency, folks without a sense of pride in a good days work, and people who don't apply themselves.
9) The small stuff (pronouns, clothing choice, music) : you are my daughter. If, after puberty your inclination remains the same, then we can explore our options. As far as music, we may have to agree to disagree š
10) Your mental health - I have MDD. My sister was clinically depressed. My dad's bordering on dementia, my grandmother was a lithium addict and an alcoholic. Pretty sure I have the market cornered on mental health sympathy. Maybe you shouldn't be so hard on me.
11) Making you aware of your diet, being overweight : have you ever seen a skinny picture of me? My grandmother made incessant fun of my size, I was "husky" growing up, and was teased daily. Consider my actions preventative to make your life easier based on my experience.
12) Yelling at you you're brother : frustration is second nature when you're a parent. As a parent, you do everything you can to teach, guide, and help your kids along. Here is a pro-tip: God love em, but kids don't always listen. Pick up your toys, take your socks upstairs, clean your room, take a bath, go to bed, and phrases of that ilk get repeated ad nauseum daily. Occasionally, as a parent, you get frustrated and you wanna pull out your hair.
All in all, I'm your dad. I love you, and you are stuck with me being your dad. I am trying, and I may not always be your best friend, but I try to treat you like an adult. Maybe that's my error - maybe should have let you be a kid instead.
So, as my first act of being Dad, this will be the last post for this account. The blog owner is fine, but clearly needs some discipline and guidance, probably some therapy. Wish her well, and happy thoughts.
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