There are days when I think it's my turn to my children, I am doing many things right. Intuitive.
Monday was such a day when I looked at the high school with her daughter and I had the feeling: No, I do not have my profile on my child. The Most important is that I need their eighth, their own personality - and, yes .... I'll give 'to s: I'm also a little proud that I am not classified under (unfortunately) been far too long line the eccentric and superficial social autistic who only want one thing: My child should be a poster child, even if I burn it, it is anorexic at some point starts or the youthful skin, especially on the wrist to decorate with sharp objects.
Then there are days when I think I do everything wrong. Yesterday was such a day. Since I put everything into question and could cry only because of the trust that I may I was abused `s painful. Since then I
read yesterday's comments from you, be good to me otherwise and then only think "Wow ... if you know how it sometimes goes off here ..." could
The rebel has built interpersonal bullshit, which I (if I will make my way) could cost as pubertal gaffe, I make a speech about everything and pass the agenda.
I Can not.
Because I ensure that I use for his interests lay claim that he is behaving fairly.
Because I hate it to death if other than "assi" refers to itself but (wrongly) does socio-culturally in the sky.
matter. Today is a day which costs infinite energy because I have to run through the questions sanctions. Because I do not want to lose face, even when I threatened to be inside soft.
And it is also a day to yourself a hug to comfort themselves and say "You try it at least ..."
That was the word to a very beschixxenen Wednesday.
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