Blabbable Secrets

I don’t understand what it is about Mothers and Daughters that keeps us from getting along. I wish that my daughter could understand how worried I am about her.

We were in the doctor’s room waiting for over 45 minutes before we were seen. In the meantime we were fighting, her and I. She was being rude to me and on top of all of it asking me for the world and expecting me to give it to her. I don’t think so.

So the doctor asked a bunch of questions. It turns out that Plan B is nothing more than doubling up on your birth control pills. It’s like taking two birth control pills instead of one. So she didn’t do any damage to herself. But the doctor did also say that Plan B is not 100% just like birth control pills are not 100%…just like condoms are not 100%. The only thing that is 100% in preventing pregnancy and STDS is abstinence.

The doctor did ask her why her boyfriend wasn’t using condoms. She chimed in that normally they do use condoms but that for this last time they didn’t. I had mentioned that they had sex twice on prom night. (She wanted me to tell the story of why she was there…so I did) I’m so flippin’ frustrated right now.

So because she was on her period (Thank Goodness) the doctor said we could hold off on the exam and STD tests. She offered to go ahead and do the blood tests but preferred to just come back and do all of it when she is not on her period.

When we left the doctors office she wanted to know how it is that I knew she had sex twice on prom night. Well… because I read your journal. That’s how I knew. She shouldn’t leave her journal out in the open of her bedroom if she doesn’t want anybody to get into it. She should keep her room picked up and her stuff put away. Besides…parents that care about their kids are going to read the things that their kids leave out because it’s a cry for attention. If she didn’t want me to read it then she would have never left it out in the first place. I told her that too.

So we’re going at it… back and forth… in the van on the way home. She’s got her boyfriend on the cell phone and I basically tell her, “what do I need to do.. go out and buy you a box of condoms? Why can’t your boyfriend keep his wee wee inside of his pants or wrapped up in a condom?”

Why doesn’t she have enough respect for herself to insist that he wear one? It’s already bad enough that they are having sex but to just let him penetrate her without a condom… geeze… come on!?? Use a condom!!!!! Wrap the shit up!!!!!

So…. I turned up the radio. She turned it off… I turned it up… she turned it off… she was on the phone with her boyfriend. I told her she could talk to him later that this was my van… I turned it back up. Things got just a tad bit physically confrontational. We are just not getting along.

I think I’m going to just leave her alone. She wants to ruin her life….there’s nothing I can do about it. I just need to let the chips fall where they may. Whatever… right?