She said it. She really said it.
I can't believe she said it.
I don't think she can believe that she said it.
We were in the car coming home from the farmer's market and she got angry about something. I heard her say it and turned around and did the whole aggressive "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
Probably a clear indicator that she had fucked up because she immediately started chewing on her fingers and mumbled it back to me.
And boy howdy, did I lay it on thick. Told her how that is THE most hurtful thing that she can say to me. How she broke my heart, made me sad, angry, blah blah blah.
Then we got home and I made her tell Mike what she had said to me. Poor kid got reamed by him too and made to apologize. The whole thing ended with her collapsing into Mike's arms and proclaiming that "I'm just so sad!"
Good. Jerk.
Hopeful Sun
6 years ago
I am regularly told by my three year old that he HATES me. He doesn't seem to mind that it makes me sad. In fact, I am pretty sure that's the point.
ReplyDeleteI always tell him that I don't like the word hate and that it is a very hurtful thing to say and that I always love him even when I don't like his behavior.
Of course, I now also get - on occasion - that he doesn't like my behavior.
I just can't win with this one.