Parenting, with kid like me

When you quarrel with your parents, do you stand firmly at your point, or do you give in to them?

For me, it is more like a two way street. The more they give in to me, the more I listen to them. Well, you can say that I am still quite rebellious, and I am still finding my niche at this ripe old age. But I am not rude at all, and I know my limit.

Just now, I had a fierce argument with my mum. I didn’t know how it started out, but I was the one who ignite the fire. Whenever there is war in my house, the atmosphere is tense. And most of the time, our war ends with violence.

So you want to know why my mum was so angry. Ok, I don’t know. Maybe she was pms-ing and since I trigger the argument, she shoots everything out to me. Right now, I am seriously wounded….

Every time I argue with my mum, there are a few statements she will use.

Example:

Don’t you dare talk to me this way; I am your mum, not your grandmother!!
Fact: I don’t even have a chance to argue with my granny!

You are a @#$%^&
Fact: We are fined $2 for each @#$%^& statement that we use at home. I live in a fine city, and a very fine home. My mum was never fined!!

You think I don’t dare to throw this at your face? (Holding a metal rod or detergent bottle or ceramic bowl)
Fact: “Yes yes!!! I know you dare!!!” I have repeated that countless times but she is still asking the same old question. In the end, she still throws it at me…

So you might be thinking. What kind of violence am I exposed to. Ok, for a start, let me recall….

When I was at a pathetic age of 4, my mum chased me with a knife around the house. I was forced to hide in the cupboard. Obviously I am not killed.

At 7, my mum whacked me with a belt. No one sees my injuries, because they are concentrated at only one place, my butt!! Hahaha!! No scar though, since I was a kid then.

By 11, I learnt self defense and took up wushu classes. So, I hide the feather duster and lock myself in the room before the volcano erupts. But, I forgot to hide the keys to my room!!!

During my secondary years, her attention was diverged. She looked after my cousin and since my little cousin was naughtier, I was spared.

In JC, I shifted house. My mum no longer takes care of my cousin, so her attention was on….

One of the worst incidents I remembered was that she whacked my back and head with a metal rod. How fun!!! I almost fainted. Luckily there weren’t any internal injuries. Obviously I did not suffer from brain damage, since I still manage my A levels.

Well, you thought I hate my mummy? Nope, I still love her lots. We always forget our arguments and become best friends again. =)


see that? my mum did it... she threw and it missed me. was it delibrate? i was nice and took a pic. Hope she don't ever see this!!! Shhhh........