Simple rules to dating my teenage daughter
If you are new here, be sure to subscribe by email or feed reader so that you don't miss any future posts.You can also check out the Top Posts page to get a feel for the site. Every home should have its own set of family rules.Those last words of fatherly praise and advice suddenly became as precious as Moses’ tablets; words from beyond, all there would ever be.When I heard that my father had died, I collapsed in tears on the living room floor.I came home crying one night, revealing to my fiancé that through all of our wedding planning, part of me had been dreading having a wedding without my father there.I didn’t know how to explain the guilt I felt about starting this whole new chapter of my life as an adult who he didn’t live to meet. “But it kind of feels like leaving him behind.” The last time I saw my father, when I was eleven years old, we said goodbye after a weekend together at a diner called Hamburger Mary’s.
I was deaf to any suggestions of sympathy for her, but she was right.
She had to be the bad cop without a good cop to play off of — no wonder I hated her then.
As long as I was depressed and surly, my father was still close to me. Of course there’s guilt for everything left unsaid, guilt for not making the most of the time you had, but the bigger, deeper guilt is for every moment you have after they’re gone.
I was an angry teenager; I dropped out of high school, chugged cheap vodka out of plastic bottles, and fantasized about the apocalypse.
My life philosophy revolved around the fact that I didn’t plan to live past my twenties, so it didn’t matter if the drugs I took were cut with all kinds of toxic chemicals or if a fourteen-year-old girl really shouldn’t walk alone on Avenue D at three in the morning.
Family rules simplify explanations, clarify expectations, and create a safe environment for your children and their friends.