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I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIME I WILL HAVE TO LET PEOPLE KNOW.

TATUM DE'VONN BURROUGHS IS MY CHILD. MY CHILD ONLY. DO NOT TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO DO WITH HIM. DO NOT TELL ME THAT HE IS HUNGRY OR NEEDS TO BE CHANGED. DO NOT GIVE HIM SNACKS IN WHOLE AND HE ONLY HAS FOUR TEETH. DO NOT TALK TO HIM LIKE HE IS A TEENAGER AND HE IS ONLY ONE.
IF I DO THAT THEN THAT IS ME CAUSE I AM HIS PARENT. I AM HIS MOTHER. NO ONE ELSE IS HIS MOTHER. GRANDMOTHERS DO NOT COUNT. FRIENDS DO NOT COUNT. YOU DIDN'T GET CUT OPEN TO BRING HIM HERE. YOU DIDN'T CARRY HIM FOR NINE MONTHS. I DID.

DO NOT CALL MY NAME AS IF I AM NEGLECTING MY CHILD JUST BECAUSE HE "WALKED
TOWARDS THE STAIRS." HE DIDNT EVEN GET ON THEM.

DO NOT TAKE HIS BOTTLE OR HIS SIPPY CUP AWAY FROM HIM JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK HE IS FULL. HE IS FULL WHEN HE IS READY TO BE FULL. HE KNOW WHEN HE DOESN'T WANT ANYMORE.

DON'T ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT HOW I PREPARE HIS MEALS, OR HIS BOTTLES OR WHATEVER. IF I DON'T WARM IT UP, SO THE FUCK WHAT? HE WON'T DIE. IF I DON'T GIVE HIM COVER WHEN HE SLEEPS, SO THE FUCK WHAT? DON'T ASK ME IF I DON'T COVER HIM UP. YUOU OBVIOUSLY SEE THAT HE IS NOT COVERED OR ELSE YOU WOULDN'T ASK. HE DOESN'T LIKE COVER WHILE HE IS SLEEPING HE WILL KICK IT OFF.

BOTTOM LINE. DON'T FUCKIN ASK ME SHIT ABOUT MY CHILD. HE NOT YOURS. AND YOU WONDER WHY HE DON'T LIKE YOU. CAUSE YOU DON'T DO NOTHING FOR HIM. YOU DON'T PLAY WITH HIM. NOR DO YOU HELP ME WITH HIM. LEAVE MY CHILD ALONE. 
YALL GONE GET THIS SHIT THRU YALL HEAD. REAL QUICK. BEFORE I HAVE TO FUCK SHIT UP. *Neurosis at her Best*

Comments

Don said…
One thing is for sure - whenever I stop through for a visit and read your posts they are GUARANTEED to be as real as they come. No ifs, ands or buts about it.

Sometimes it takes a person to get their point across in order to get their point across.

You feel me?

I know you do.
October 24, 2010 at 11:39 PM
Jade said…
Thank you Don! I have to be. And yes, I do feel you. I just can't say the things I would like to say, which was this, because I don't want to hurt people's feelings. But uuggh I just get so frustrated, you know? I hate when people try to make me feel as if I am a bad parent and I KNOW AND MY SON KNOWS THAT I AM NOT.
October 25, 2010 at 5:31 PM
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