We experienced gale force winds in Arizona today, hurricane Cody blew through the house. His life was ruined, I didn’t care about him, he hates his sister, he hates his life, and it’s my entire fault. We ended up shouting at each other and I became very angry and upset. Moments later the hurricane winds died down and he was all sunshine and rainbows again, but I was still reeling from the effects of the storm. Why is it that when the storm is over for the hormonally challenged boy he’s fine and I’m left cleaning up the debris? I never did this to my mom and I am sure she would back me up on that. I think I know why God made teenagers. It’s so much easier to let them go when they reach adulthood.
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