Family member: we put you here,put clothes on your back, feed you, etc......some parents don't do that...be grateful and respect me...your problems are NOTHING compared to what I go through. Me:....really bitch...really...REALLY...you for real??????? First off you clothing me and feedin me and shit bit...that is so child services isn't knocking down your damn door!! That's what you do as a fucking parent for your child..I mean...if you like fucking jail...okay...malnourish us..cool cool. Oh, a quick note on parenting for an 18 year olds perspective: blaming THEM(the child) for your: bad financial situation, weight gain,hair loss, or ESPECIALLY a failed marriage?!?! The psychological damage put on them is astronomical!! First off...why are you blaming THEM?? Like really??? What did they have to do with this?...like really?...they're kids...for example: you are having trouble Losing the baby fat....who told you to have a kid? You're job is cutting paycheck so you have to use the money to get the baby diapers instead of getting a new weave....who told you to have a kid? You divorced after the child was born because he or she thought the baby was "too time consuming"...who.told.you.to.have.a.fucking.kid??? If you either A.) closed your legs B.) been on a pill C.) wrapped that shit up Or D.) aborted I (the child/baby) wouldn't be here ruining your life. And I didn't exactly have a choice in the matter...you do know that right?? RIGHT???? An infant with no knowledge can't decide if it wants to be here or not... I understand very well that we all have issues at troubles. Some are better or worse than others. You have your shit, I have mine. But let me hit you with something: don't pull the " teens now a days are so lazy and have nothing to worry about in life". Let me educate you real quick BITCH. First off, just because we can be lazy doesn't mean we don't have shit...sometimes, it's so overwhelming, we just need to sit down and chill before we mentally break down. For instance, let's go through a high school seniors (mine) life. As soon as they get back to school, feeling all cool and shit cuz it's their last year, BAM instantly its thrown in your face that over half of you wont make it to the end of the year. Okay...not the best welcoming ever but...then after the first 2 weeks...you have 3 papers (4-5 pages each) all due around the same time( one of them being an annotated bibliography...which fucking suck ASS). The whole first three months is literally papers and tests...and the min. Pages are 4-6...in top of that, do marching band witch is no easy shit in any level except DCI. All after school practices, coming home by nine...working in papers till ten to 1 am. No fun actually. Now take thus routine and multiply it by 27 and add games and competitions it's not cool coming off the field and going " shit I have to find 3 more sources for my paper. Oh...and x3 because of random homework. There was one point we came back from a competition and broke down crying cause I was so stressed. Also, kinda Wanted to go to college as well, so I had to find a school that would hopefully accept me. Now do this and then try to manage a social life(hangouts, prom,etc. )...what little I had.And that's my senior year. That was a whole fucking year!! Not over the span of 4...1...10 months actually. Yup...#sobored #lifeissochill #noworries #bullmotherfuckingshit To end this late night/early morning rant...respect. Basically, you get what you give. Give respect get respect.Simple. You are not obligated to it. So,If you are always or constantly cussing, yelling, or criticizing them cause they're not like someone else, because they didn't become who you wanted to be, because things didn't go your way do you wanted and you threw a fit and blamed them for your problems. If your child is sitting in a closet crying their eyes out because they don't know how to be the "child you want" don't think for a second you deserve respect. Don't let respect seep out you mouth! Your unnecessary criticism is why they have anxiety, and your impossible standards are why they are insecure. Being a teen in the 60s is not the FUCKING same as being a teen in 2015...when will you understand this!? *drops mike and goes to bed*
