I Have a Daughter
This story takes place about a year ago when my daughter was 16. My daughter had gone to visit with a friend down the street and dinner was almost done. I called her to let her know she needed to come home to eat.
I dialed her cell phone number.
My daughter: "Hello."
Me: "Honey, dinner is almost ready."
Daughter: very sarcastic "bye."
At this point I'm irritated by her rudeness, so I dial her number again to tell her so.
My daughter: "Hello."
Me: "That was very rude, you shouldn't--."
My daughter: Very sarcastic "Bye."
At this point, I'm very upset at her disrespect. I dial her number again.
My daughter: "Hello."
Me: "Don't you ever disrespect me like that again."
My daughter: Very sarcastic "Bye"
My blood is boiling at this point. I dial her number again.
My daughter: “Hello.”
Me: “Get your *** home now!”
My daughter: Very sarcastic “Bye”
About ten minutes after the last time I called, my daughter walks in the door smiling like nothing has happened. I begin to tell her how I don't appreciate being disrespected and that I don't have to pay for her to have a cell phone. She looks at me like I'm crazy and asks what I'm talking about. Apparently her phone battery was dead and her hello and sarcastic bye was her message for her voice mail. Needless to say, she changed that message to a traditional one.
I dialed her cell phone number.
My daughter: "Hello."
Me: "Honey, dinner is almost ready."
Daughter: very sarcastic "bye."
At this point I'm irritated by her rudeness, so I dial her number again to tell her so.
My daughter: "Hello."
Me: "That was very rude, you shouldn't--."
My daughter: Very sarcastic "Bye."
At this point, I'm very upset at her disrespect. I dial her number again.
My daughter: "Hello."
Me: "Don't you ever disrespect me like that again."
My daughter: Very sarcastic "Bye"
My blood is boiling at this point. I dial her number again.
My daughter: “Hello.”
Me: “Get your *** home now!”
My daughter: Very sarcastic “Bye”
About ten minutes after the last time I called, my daughter walks in the door smiling like nothing has happened. I begin to tell her how I don't appreciate being disrespected and that I don't have to pay for her to have a cell phone. She looks at me like I'm crazy and asks what I'm talking about. Apparently her phone battery was dead and her hello and sarcastic bye was her message for her voice mail. Needless to say, she changed that message to a traditional one.
By:
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Age:
26-30
