Before I dive deep into this post, let me first say that this is not a post meant to bash anyone or their parenting abilities necessarily. I’m proud to have created a platform that doesn’t make a habit of judging other people or hurling out insults. However with that said, there are some things I tend to have a very strong opinion about, and relationships between estranged parents and their children is one of them. I probably have such strong opinions because I don’t really have much a relationship with my own father, but that’s a story for a different post. Anyway, let’s go ahead and get started.
I’m going to try and keep this brief. I’ve been friends with this girl for a little over a year. Recently, I have been going over to her house to hang out from time to time, and noticed how she treats her children. She has two boys and treats them both completely different. The youngest, she babies a lot and caters to his needs. With her young teenage son, she is a bit harder on him. I’m all for tough love, but she treats him like some neighbor’s son instead of her own. Better yet, it’s like the teenager is Cinderella, and the youngest is one of the sisters. Except in this situation, the youngest is not mean at all, and the oldest is biologically my friend’s child. He rarely cracks a smile when I’m over there. When I tried talking to him one on one, he was reluctant to share his feelings with me. Everything in me is telling me to mind my business, and let my friend parent how she wants to parent. However, she recently shared with me that the youngest boy asked her why the oldest boy hates him. It seemed to break her heart, and I want to tell her that it’s her fault. What should I do here? Sorry if it’s not that brief.
I want to first off state how weird it is for me to write you this letter. As a man in his late 20s, I didn’t think I would still have to be dealing with “daddy issues.” But unfortunately, here I am. I figured if I wrote you this letter to get it all out, it would somehow be therapeutic for me. That I would get all my feelings out, and tell you all the things I’ve wanted to say, but never had the courage to say it. Oh and look, I don’t even expect a response from you. So no need for you to bother. Welp, here goes nothing.