What Have I Done?

This morning after I came home from killing the grays…..I mean getting my hair done, my daughter was quite the chatty Cathy. We talked when I was making dinner last night, but then I crashed on the couch. I was/am sick and I do feel better today.

She started talking about how the homecoming game last night had a super hero theme and how some of her friends dressed up and went. If you read my words regularly than you know my daughter is a huge super hero nerd. (her words, not mine)

I just looked at her and then said why didn’t you tell me you wanted to go?” “It’s too much effort mom, you have to email the police, and last year when I went the police were everywhere.”  She followed it by “it’s really not a big deal, I wanted to watch Hawaii 5 O more than the game.”

Did I overreact last year when the Cockroach showed up at a football game asking her friends questions? Maybe…..but at what price?

She is in high school now, I can’t protect her forever. I really don’t live my life because the fear of what he may or may not do still lingers, I can’t let my daughter do the same.

Today is all about her anyway, her indoor archery range is opening and she is going to her first homecoming dance. I am sure I will over compensate for my guilt in someway that I really can’t afford……just like I always do…….Zia


About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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