Her screams go right through me.
She brings tears to my heart and my eyes, when she screams "I hate this"
I hate the word HATE.
Sometimes, I wish she was a boy....a nice. quiet. boy.
The Drama, and screams, oh, the blood curdling screams, and yells, and banging, and insults and headaches are killing me
I wish I didn't feel like it was my fault all the time.
I wish I knew how to discipline better. I punish, I remove things, I spank, I yell.
Nothing, nothing works.
I'm at the end of my rope sometimes..
S.O.S
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