jaylar
Things were so smooth.
I no longer ‘mother henned’ Gabi. She could wear her hair in any stupid style, slap make up on her face, dress ridiculously and I said nothing.
I said nothing because I had reached that level for two reasons.
Firstly, I knew any advice I offered, she would do the opposite. Gabi wasn’t just the ‘rebellious’ teenager, she was the spoiled brat who would never grow up and always wanted her own way.
Secondly, I had Brad and was more interested in his opinions, desires, plans than I was in her’s.
I had seen too many women become old before their time, sacrificing ever atom of happiness to please a child who could never be pleased.
I was not about to join them.In a strange way, I felt sorry for Daniel, Gabi’s father, because from what I understand, there was nothing in his life but work and Gabi.
