I know you mean well. I know that you think you are exercising your Papaw's right to give me a little 'now you know what it's like' jab about my kids giving me the same shit I gave you and Mom when I was that age. Blah, blah blah. This is to be expected and Mom does it too.
The issue here is that...
a) just because I __________ and didn't break my neck/turned out fine is not a reason to let my girls do it.
b) it's not ok, don't tell them it's ok. I just told them not to do it and I had a damn good reason.
and most importantly
c) You have done it 7 times in the last 90 minutes or so. Seriously, I counted.
The hardest thing for me, in any situation where you are concerned, is to keep in mind that you have no idea that you are repeating yourself. I have gotten much better at this. I really have, don't laugh. I have a really hard time swallowing the criticism, especially given my own Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Depression. I know you don't consider, or even remember, that fact before you speak.
Dad makes up for it later, almost every time. He says stuff like "You need to help your Mom, she has a lot to do taking care of you girls and me." The damage is usually done at that point. I am tired from the demands of the day, and I have let the shit you say get to me. I'm going to go watch horror movies on Netflix now and rest up for what you have in store for me next.
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