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Dear Mother,
I'm unsure what words to say. The look of disgust on your face baffles me. You've always thought my behavior cute before.
I can only guess that your standards for my behavior have changed recently. I look back and realize that the 'games' we played during the summer (time out, angry mom, mom leaves the room, mommy makes me leave the room) have a utilitarian purpose.
You do not what me to climb head first into an open stove. Check.
You do not want me to decorate the house with any magic sticks I find. Prior to this, I believed you were talking about each individual marking tool
You do not want me to hit you, or anyone else, in rage.
You do not want me to suddenly need you while you are: in the restroom; on the phone; getting dressed; carrying heavy bags; handling knives or hot food.
I hope you accept this understand this as an apology. i know that our relationship can not continue on this way without someone getting hurt. Father suggests that person be me. However, I plead to your sense of justice.
Your loving son,
ablala -- aka Jack
I'm unsure what words to say. The look of disgust on your face baffles me. You've always thought my behavior cute before.
I can only guess that your standards for my behavior have changed recently. I look back and realize that the 'games' we played during the summer (time out, angry mom, mom leaves the room, mommy makes me leave the room) have a utilitarian purpose.
You do not what me to climb head first into an open stove. Check.
You do not want me to decorate the house with any magic sticks I find. Prior to this, I believed you were talking about each individual marking tool
You do not want me to hit you, or anyone else, in rage.
You do not want me to suddenly need you while you are: in the restroom; on the phone; getting dressed; carrying heavy bags; handling knives or hot food.
I hope you accept this understand this as an apology. i know that our relationship can not continue on this way without someone getting hurt. Father suggests that person be me. However, I plead to your sense of justice.
Your loving son,
ablala -- aka Jack