I read your text messages. You know I do (it’s part of our agreement). And I want you to know something: I trust you. I’m just not sure I trust them.
I’m scared to death right now. I want to do right by you. I want to be the one you come to; the one you continue to feel comfortable talking to.
I was intrigued when I saw the photo of them kissing.
I was hurt when you told her that your dad was “weird” and your mom “works a lot”.
I become infuriated when every other word your friends use begins with f.
I was frightened when I read she had tried vodka.
I was sad when she said her and mom didn’t get along and she called her a b*tch.
I seems like yesterday you were my “little man”, and we were talking about Syd the Kid and Pokemon? Now our conversations include porn, masturbation, who-likes-who, weed and mindsluts.
All the parents are feeling it.
Our kids’ worlds are spinning out of control. Things are moving too quickly. They are growing up too fast. They are trying things younger and younger. Oh, and the girls these days–they are just so assertive. Things just aren’t like they used to be…why can’t it be like when we were in grade seven?
Yes, mindsluts. Did you trip over that one too?
What’s a mindslut? (Don’t worry, I had to ask as well.)
1.a grade seven girl who tells more than one boy that she likes him, and leads them on all at the same time
And that is when I realized it: The more things change, the more they stay the same.