have my cake and eat it
I have been going through a difficult patch with The Girl again.
One of the (many) problems I have with her is that when she gets told off, it’s never her fault – she’s never actually done soemthing wrong off her own back. Oh no, when she’s worked me up and given me attitude again and again and again until i’ve lost my rag with her, she’ll burst into floods of tears and then wheel out a story of how SHE is having a hard time at the moment, and how *I* just simply don’t understand!
So, after annoying me rather admirably today, and being told in no uncertain terms how disappointed in her I am, she stormed off to her room shouting and screeching like a fishwife, only to return 5 minutes later in a stream of tears telling ME that what she’s so upset about is the fact that there is nobody at all in her life who has ever loved her, that I don’t love her, that I have never loved her, that I didn’t love her before she was born and that I obviously don’t love her now.
Me: Yes, of course, *I* really don’t love YOU. That’s right. Everything I have ever done for you is because I don’t love you. Well done for finally realising this.
TG: I’ve been thinking a lot recently about runnign away
Me: Running away? Really? How interesting
TG: Yes, not that you’d care
Me: No, of course not, because I don’t love you, obviously
TG: No, you’d probably think it was great if I ran away. You’d probably have a party and a great big chocolate cake and eat it all yourself!
Me: Don’t be so silly
TG: Really? You wouldn’t?
Me: Of course not – if I was having a party, I wouldn’t eat all the cake myself. That’s just rude.
Bloody child. She’ll be the death of me. Love her to pieces, but she isn’t making it easy the past few months.