My teen girl just turned 14. I swear she has bipolar tendencies. She is the most awesome kid one minute laughing and joking and the next a raving lunatic. I don't get it, I can't even try to relate to that kind of crazy.
Her friend is having a party. In the city. My first thought was Hell to the NO. Why the hell would someone from the suburbs have a damn party in the city. The city that is #3 on the highest crime rate list in the whole United States. I will tell you honestly I have walked the streets of Manhattan alone at night and I will not walk the streets of St. Louis alone, even in broad daylight. Don't get me wrong I love parts of the city, but it is not a place for kids to go to a party. Some parts are ok, most are not.
So I listened to all the people from the county who were going and I asked where this party was. It is on a state street. A fucking state street. You have got to be off your damn rocker to think I am letting my kid go to a party on a state street! Hell to the MOTHERFUCKING no!
It is well known in the county not to step foot near a street named after a state, a president or Martin Luther King, Jr- in the city because they are not safe. I asked my friend, and she flipped her lid too, I take it she has heard that one before too! I thought that would suffice, hell no kid is like a rabid dog with a kid with full of peanut butter on his face. She's not stopping until she can chew everyone's head off or go.
There have been numerous random murders in the past few weeks, it scares me. She doesn't understand. She thinks it is the end of the world. She was pulled out of school to homeschool after so many horrible happenings, maybe I feel like she has been through too much and I am overprotective. I don't know but the thought of searching the streets to bring my kid home in a body bag does not sound like how I want to spend my weekend. I don't think she realizes at a party people can come in slip something into her drink, if they are feeling nice, and drag her off. Nobody will realize for a while. That is 5 minutes, 10 minutes, maybe an hour that this scaredy cat kid will be left to her own devices. I am not cool with that. Do you think I am overprotective, crazy?