As y'all know Baby Girl has been stressing me the hell out. This situation has been spiraling out of control. Well yesterday was it, I was not going to take it anymore! This week has been very hard as you can tell from Monday's post. By Thursday I was feeling better, more at peace with myself( I have been totally battle with myself, sort of like T.I. vs. TIP,haha).
I walked in the door after a long day and what did I find? All the windows open but the a/c running, clothes everywhere, the kids bathroom a mess, and the house smelled bad. But my children were no where to be found. So I walked outside to find them, I see me daughter. I called her name(well yelled). Her response was "What!" I just stopped! I proceeded to go straight to cuss out mode. Mind you her friends where with her so she was really showing out. She continued to mumble under her breath, I said to myself okay it's on. She proceeded to go in the house. She went straight to the windows to start closing them, when she turned around she saw me coming up out of my stilettos and snatching off my earrings. The look on her face was priceless! Baby Girl instantly took off running. I chased her around the couch for about 7 laps and then I hopped over the center of the couch like Jimmy Super Fly Snooka(for all you wrestling fans). All I heard was Mama NOOOOOO!!!!! and Baby Girl ran straight out the door. I ran right after her, mind you her friends were still outside and she went right into tough mode.
Mommy: Get your ass in here!
Baby Girl: No! I didn't do anything!
Mommy: I said get your ass in this house!
Baby Girl: I not coming!
Mommy: Okay cool, I will report you as a runaway!
Baby Girl: How are you going to do that!
Mommy: Anytime you leave on your own you are a runaway, now get you ass in the house!!
I walked back in the house calmly with the intention of jumping out from behind the door. But then I thought that wasn't such a good idea, it would give her a chance to run right back outside. So I hid behind the wall from the hallway, giving her more time to walk in the house and not have a place to run to. I was ready to get my windmill on!!!
She finally walked in the door and locked it behind her. She didn't even get down the hall good before I hopped out from behind the wall. Her eyes damn near popped out of her head! She put her arms over her face and backed up as far as she could go. But guess what I didn't hit her! I didn't need to. I went the fuck off though(I had to take it to the eastside of Compton)! I went so far off it didn't make no sense, she was shaking so bad that she couldn't stand up. I basically told her there was no way she was going to continue disrespecting me. I also made her apologize to me, the reason was up to her. She never apologizes for anything she does and I'm tired of it. She started crying and apologized for messing up the family. She started to breakdown (the oh lord help me kind of breakdown). As I grabbed her face so she could look at me I explained to her she did not mess up the family(honestly she had a part in it but my mother and sister choose to ride with everything she says. They are aware of everything she does but took sides anyway, and we are not speaking because of it). I told her how beautiful she is and all I want is the best for her, but she cannot continue to talk to me crazy(her talking to me crazy is a result of my mother and sister bad mouthing me in front of her) if she wants to see the age of 16. She just fell in my arms and cried and cried. She continued to apologize at that moment I knew we are going to be okay. Things had to get extremely bad before she could see where she was headed.
Baby Girl is suppose to go stay with my mother. I am all for it, we need a break from each other. I think this will help up reconstruct our relationship. I love that girl so much and it is so hard to see her mess her future up. We are the same person and I don't want her to feel like I did growing up. I do have an issue with her going to stay with my mother. My mom with take good care of her so she is not the issue, it is the fact that when you have a situation like this the other parent should be involved. Baby Girl's father is the dead beat to all dead beats. He is the sorriest man I have ever seen. He lives his life as if she is not here and his mom encourages it. So instead my mother will have her. What adds to my anger is that this is who I picked to be the father of my child. As I mentioned earlier my mother, sister and I are not on speaking terms. That is fine with me, they did not handle the situation correctly. If I was abusive and there was some kind of history I could understand. I am a damn good mother! I'm not a perfect parent but I have been taking care of her for 15 years. Baby Girl has been playing basketball since she was 5. Not to mention Softball, Volleyball, Tennis, Soccer, and Football(yes Football). My poor lil man, he just started playing basketball this year because Baby Girl took all of our time. I have been to every open house, parent conference, planed every birthday by myself. I have talked and talked until I'm blue in the face. I have been the one have the girl talks, college talks, boy talks and I hate everybody in the world talks. I mean there is no end to it. There was never no question that I take care of my kids, so for my mom and my sister to act like I'm an unfit parent hurts like hell. I never once bad mouthed Baby Girl's father in front of her. I didn't like it when my parents did it. It causes too many problems on so many levels. But because of their words my daughter thought it was okay to talk to me crazy and call the police on me(my sister told her to). Why would she tell her to do that? I have no clue, it wasn't one of her smartest ideas. The police were very helpful to me, they tried to scare my daughter so would get a clue as to what she was doing. Anyway, I believe it will be alright. It's not going to happen over night but it will happen. Maybe when Baby Girl leave for L.A. she will see how much her mom loves her and is willing to fight everyone in the world for her.
