Dear Abby: Spoiled Rotten Children Annoy The Fuck Out Of Me
DEAR ABBY: I am a 16-year-old girl and I fight with my mother almost daily. It makes me sad and upset all the time, and I don’t know what to do. The last fight we had was over something so dumb I don’t even know why I dragged it out for so long. I said things I didn’t mean — things that were hurtful and cruel.
No child should ever treat a parent like I treat my mom. I take her love and kindness for granted, and never tell her how much I really do appreciate her. What I said to her in anger made her cry.
How can I tell or show my mom how sorry I am and how much I love her and admire her, and how can I stop myself from exploding and saying things to her that I don’t mean? — UPSET IN INDIANA
First of all, you spoiled little brat, if we were to have ever said anything inappropriate, mean, vile or even raised our voices to our mother, my siblings and I would have been smacked across the face. It’s called respect. You have to earn it and your parents should already have it, just for the fact that they gave you life and provide for you. You don’t even mention your mother being “unreasonable,” even from a teenager’s point of you. Stop yourself from exploding? You’re fucking 16 years old – how about you stop being a fucking child? There is nothing I hate more than an insolent child.
DEAR ABBY: My 31-year-old son, “Joey,” who needs a heart transplant, almost died a few weeks ago. The doctors told us he wouldn’t make it through the weekend. I was beside myself. On what we thought was his deathbed, I told Joey I would give him anything he wanted if he pulled through. He wanted a very expensive sports car.
Well, my son pulled through, but has other physical challenges. My husband and I are sending him $500 a month until he starts receiving money from Social Security. It’s the best we can do right now. The problem is, Joey keeps hounding me about the sports car. I cannot afford this gift. We have offered to have his current vehicle reconditioned or give him my year-old car with its very low mileage.
I do not want this to become an issue with my son. I have told him his heart condition is the priority and to let everything else fall into place. It’s eating me alive that I can’t give my son what I promised. On the other hand, his request is unreasonable. Please help. — JOEY’S MOM IN LAS CRUCES
Oh My God – are you serious? First, your son is 31. I’m glad he pulled through, but really? He’s still trying to hold a sports car over your head?? And you’re already supporting him? How spoiled is he? How about being grateful to his parents for being by his side through the entire ordeal and helping him adjust to life rather than saying “where’s my sports car you promised me?” Is Joey “Upset in Indiana’s” sister or something? I have had a very fortunate life and I can assure you, the last thing I would do if I pulled through a life-threatening illness would be to turn to my parents and say “so about that promise you made me….when are you going to deliver?” Both of these “children” need a swift kick in the pants and a dose of reality because clearly, they are living in la-la-land where nothing they say or do has consequences and everything should be handed to them on a silver platter.
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Yes – they were real letters. Makes me want to walk around with a paddle, go to Walmart and start spanking LOL
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That’s the way to do it – I can’t stand kids who don’t respect their parents – just makes me want to paddle them LOL My parents sound a lot like yours. We respected them, and if we got in trouble outside of them, it was our own problem to handle.
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I pretty much got what I wanted as a kid, but mainly because my requests were reasonable. I've never been materialistic, and I knew my parents weren't well off, so I didn't ask for things they couldn't afford. As for respect, I loved my parents dearly, especially my Mom, and I couldn't even imagine being rude to them. I was a wild kid and often found myself in head-on collisions with external authority, but my parents never interfered. They just let me grow up and find out things for myself.
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So I gather these were real letters. Sigh. I work with some of these spoiled rotten brats and can't help but wonder why parents continue to give in to their whims and fancies. There is a word called 'NO' that worked well when I was a kid. And I understood that no meant no. My parents were strict when I was young but then, because of that, they could be easy going when I was a teenager…I didn't do much that was bad apart from an occasional fight with them. And now, I'm a responsible young adult!
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That was freaking great! And a timely reminder to me that you better, "learn 'em young" less you end up with these brats-or-life.
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I know right?! Hey, I've been cracked on the ass with a spoon – and I'd rather have turned out like me than some whiny bitch.
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Heh, I'd read both of these (Dear Abby's one of my lunchtime reads) and was seeing the very red flags you've pointed out here– I'm so glad to see someone else wondering, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS???"
My parents didn't hit me, but they definitely had made it clear never to ask for things, never to EXPECT things, and to be appreciative for what I did have.
You wonder how it escalates to… oh… a SPORTS CAR!
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