Many things can be like an antacid for your burning heart (not the anatomical one). Communication is one of them. I sometimes have a problem with emotional acid reflux, and it's nice to finally get some temporary relief. As it turns out, my paranoia has caused me some misery the last couple months that wasn't entirely necessary. I think there are two things I did wrong... First, I assumed everyone is able to communicate their feelings well via e-mail. Second, I assumed teenagers are able to communicate their feelings.
I wish I could say the entire situation was a misunderstanding and this relationship I've been alluding to over the last few weeks was as it always used to be. Unfortunately, the fact remains that my niece is a teenager now, and our relationship will never be the same as it was before.
But, thanks to a short conversation with my Dad tonight, at least I know she doesn't hate me... for now.
I wish I could say the entire situation was a misunderstanding and this relationship I've been alluding to over the last few weeks was as it always used to be. Unfortunately, the fact remains that my niece is a teenager now, and our relationship will never be the same as it was before.
But, thanks to a short conversation with my Dad tonight, at least I know she doesn't hate me... for now.
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And all those times I explained to you that she is now a teenager and is therefore evil and that there is no reason for you to take any of it personally meant nothing to you. But a dinner with Dad changes it all. Hmm... I see how it is. :)
I want to add to my comment. Instead of just telling you "she's a teenager, don't take it personally" for the last several months, maybe I should have given you some advice. It's advice that I wanted to hand to you as soon as I first learned of this issue, but I wasn't sure if you wanted advice or just wanted me to listen. And, I didn't know whether it would help or hinder at that point, so I just skipped it altogether.
But things seem to be better now, so if you want to hear my personal advice, let me know and I will spill it forth upon you like a grape soda.
The difference was that Dad had actually talked to her about it. Nothing personal. Others had told me the same thing :)
I talked to her about it too, the day after her birthday and a few days before the hayride. So, nanernanerbooboo.
And I didn't really take it personal. As long as everything is all better that's the important thing. That's all I was worried about.
So why didn't you TELL me you talked to her about it? loser.
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