I totally understand about saying something to your kids that you shouldn't in a moment of anger. Hell, I did it just this morning.
I'm a grouch by nature in the morning, but after a night of not-so-great sleep (allergies already acting up), I was particularly grouchy this morning.
And of course the kids pick this morning to walk around with their heads in their asses and miss the school bus.
And in my anger and irritation, I dropped the F-bomb at them. I'll be the first to admit that I have a potty mouth, but I do make a conscience effort not to use the F-word around them, and to never use it directed AT them. I apologized in the car on the way to school.
So, I have a little more info about the situation between Princess and mom. I thought about the whole sex = love thing, and I really wanted to clarify that with her. So last night I went in her room and said, "Hey Punkin, how ya feeling?" In RL, Punkin is my nickname for her, because when she was little, she looked like Punky Brewster, and I always called her my little Punk. Somewhere along the way, the -in got added, and she's always been Punkin.
So anyways, she said, "I'm feeling ok, I guess." Here's how the rest of the convo went.
Me: "Look, when we were talking the other night, I think I might have explained the whole sex/love thing pretty badly, and I wanted to clarify some things with you."
Punkin: "Oh God, Dad, another sex talk?"
Me: "Well, I just want to make sure that you are informed correctly. So here's the thing. I think the way I explained about me and your mom getting pregnant and getting married might have sounded like sex + an unplanned pregnancy = love. And it doesn't. I loved your mom before she got pregnant with you. I had planned to marry your mom before she got pregnant. The fact that she got pregnant just moved that up a little. But sex does not equal love. Sex is a huge responsibility both physically and emotionally. It can have life-long effects.
I used to be a teenage boy, so I know that at some point, some nasty little boy is going to tell you that if you love him, you'll give him some. But the truth is that if that boy really loves you and cares about you, he won't say that, and he won't pressure you to do something that you aren't ready for.
Please don't ever give in to that pressure. Just because you love (or think) that you love someone doesn't mean that you have to sleep with them. And just because you sleep with someone does not mean that you love them.
I'm going to shoot straight with you. Things didn't exactly happen with your mom the way I planned. But, I NEVER, for 1 second regretted having you. You taught me things that I needed to know. You taught me the meaning of unconditional love. You taught me what it feels like to know that I would give my life for another human being. You taught me how to be a dad.
So while sleeping with your mom and having an unplanned pregnancy worked out well for me, I'm the exception to the rule. And trust me, it wasn't always easy. It wasn't all roses and butterflies. Mistakes were made along the way. There were some really hard times.
My point is, don't do something that you aren't ready for. And while I sometimes get all Daddish on you, you can always talk to me about this stuff. I promise I won't freak out. I want you to come to me BEFORE you do anything, so that we can talk about it, and I can help you make good, healthy decisions. And so that in the event you decide to do what you want to do anyways, we can make sure that you are protected and responsible."
So we had a bit of a tearful moment, and then she said, "Dad, I love you. I really do. But if I need to talk to someone about sex, I think I'm going to talk to K (step-mom.)" I told her that was fine, as long as she talked to 1 of us, and she promised that she would.
God, I know this is turning into a bookish post, but it was a looonnnngggg, conversation.
And since all of ya'll gave me such good advice, I want you to know how this saga ends.
So then I told her that I had gotten an email from her mom saying that she knew Punkin probably had stuff she'd want to do with her friends that weekend and didn't have to go.
Punkin sighed in relief and said, "Good. Because I don't want to see or talk to her." I told her that I understand that, but that at some point she's going to have to. That she can't hide from her problems, and she can't hide from her mom. That her and mom are both going to have to be big girls and hash things out. She said, "Maybe 1 day, Dad, but not today, and not tomorrow, and not even next week."
So I told her I was a little curious about how things with her mom had transpired to get to this point, and asked if she wanted to talk about it a little more. I was thinking about what CJane had said about maybe Punkin heard something much worse than what was actually said. So here's how that convo went:
Punkin: "Well, for the last couple of years, I haven't really felt close to mom. She's never around. She chose Mr. B (mom's boyfriend) over us. She only wants us in her life when it's convenient for her. I've tried acting like everything is normal when I talk to her or see her, but that game is getting old. I get so tired when I have to pretend like me and mom have the same relationship we used to have. We just don't.
So lately when I talk to her, I haven't really had much to say. I'm not comfortable talking to her about my friends and boys and all that. She doesn't know my friends. So I really haven't had much to say.
So the last time I talked to her, she asked me what my deal was. She wanted to know why I don't tell her more. She said she was mad that I hadn't told her that J broke up with me. And I decided to just be honest.
And I told her the reason I don't tell her more about my life is because I don't feel close to her anymore. That she has chosen her great new life over me and Pee-Wee and Short-Stuff, and that I'm fine with that, but she can't expect things to just be normal. That's when she said all stuff to me."
So at that point I asked her if it was possible that maybe mom didn't say it quite so harshly, and because Punkin's feelings are so hurt, that maybe Punkin heard it more harshly than it was actually said.
And she said, "No Dad, she said it exactly how I told you. She blamed me for everything that has gone wrong between her and you, and without actually saying the words implied that she wished I had never been born."
So I told her I was sorry that she was so hurt. And that it sounds like mom was angry, probably even most at herself, and lashed out. I explained that that doesn't make it right, though, and that this is a good lesson for Punkin about how words spoken in anger can really hurt someone.
And I told her again that her and mom are going to have to sit down and talk it out at some point, that both of them can't hide from each other for the rest of their lives.
She said, "I know Dad. I'm just not ready for that. Yet."
So then we switched to everyday life and talked about school, friends, etc. And she told me something that made me so incredibly proud of her. And showed me that she really does GET IT.
She told me there's this really cute guy at school who keeps asking her out. I asked her if she's going to go out with him, and she said no, because he has a reputation of being a player and he only goes out with girls who give it up to all the guys, and if she went out with him, everyone would think SHE'S that kind of girl, and she's better than that.
I swear, my heart burst with pride at that moment. That's my sweet, SMART, baby girl!