You can’t tell me what to do – I’m a teenager now!
I can go and come as I please. Curfews don’t apply to me. I can think and make decisions for myself
If you don’t like it I will go and live somewhere else. I’m a teenager now I can make it on my own
I don’t need you or your house – this isn’t even a home. If you give me a hard time I will just go to my Dad If he doesn’t cut me some slack – I’ll go out on my own.
I couldn’t have my way so I went to Dad. He took me in but his rules were just as bad. I wanted my freedom to live as I chose, he said I had to make a decision before the door was closed. Like Mom, he just didn’t understand, I’m not a baby anymore – I can do what I want. I’m an adult so I made my choice, I’ll go to grandma – she always let me have a voice.
Grandma couldn’t deal with me -she just couldn’t understand. “What is your problem little girl –
Are you dealing with a man?” I didn’t have to say anything – my actions gave me away. “Oh my poor child,” she said, “Why didn’t you wait?” For the first time I felt really bad, my grandma knew the truth and that made her so sad. Like my parents, she had taught me well and she allowed me to stay for a little while. She did not ask me to, but I chose to leave because her way of life just wasn’t my style.
I moved in with my friend— not what I expected it to be. He wanted me to take care of him the way mom took care of Daddy. Cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing AND going to school -on top of that, spending so much time in bed when I had home work to do. This is too much for me, I cannot handle this. I want to turn back the hands of time and start all over again. I had no idea life was this hard O God, please grant my wish.
I swallowed my pride and humbled myself and called my Mom and Dad. “I am way out of my league. I cannot go on living like this. Please meet with me,” I begged. “I finally understand your nurturing and your love for me -You’re not trying to suppress my space, instead,You’re preparing me for my purpose and my destiny.”