Avianmosquito said:
I'm a single father of a young girl named Sam, who will be turning 12 on the 21st of this month. I'd rather not give my name, and I'm using hers only because of her insistence, as I would like to maintain the shield of anonymity while discussing her unique issues.
You're paranoid Dad.
[Sam is openly bisexual, which earns her no end of grief in our right-wing neighbourhood. She's very small for her age and looks much younger than she is. (Most people guess 8-10, not 12.) She has pale skin, very light freckles, black hair and green eyes, stands 126cm and weighs 36kg.
I was wrong, it's 43. You said you'd fix it.
She especially likes to wrestle with boys, for a short list of obvious reasons.
It's fun and they get pokey. Two is not a list.
she rarely does her homework,
I do my homework, just not math or English.
and has actually once ripped her assignments apart and threw them in her teacher's face.
He called me a retard.
She's very, very cuddly and very, very cute.
...
She's also present right now, sitting in my lap, and making suggestions on details to add.
I wasn't sitting on your lap, you lean so far back I lie on your chest.
Including some very bad ones.
Those were jokes. They don't care I'm a size 6.
(Sweetie, why on earth would I tell the internet your cup size?
You wouldn't. But I might. (I'm a B.)
I have a sense of humour?
(after she brained the family terrier) I offered to take her.
I didn't mean to.
We lived cheap apartments in decidedly unsafe neighbourhoods for the next five years.
I got shot, Dad. You made a bad move.
During most of these years, I was dating one woman who Sam adopted as her mother (no, I don't mean that the other way around) and at the time we were fairly happy. (Although our relationship was never stable and Sam often didn't see her mom for weeks at a time.)
It wasn't all me. She let me nurse.
First, she was raped by a babysitter at age 4.
Thanks Dad, I tried to forget that.
(My reaction to the situation was... probably not the best, but it made her feel better. I shan't elaborate.)
You beat him up. You can say you beat him up. He fucked me, they understand.
Second, she attacked and was shot by an intruder several months later. (I'll only elaborate if I need to.)
She broke in, I hid in the kitchen. She came by me. I stabbed her and ran. She shot me and ran. I sat down by the sink and waited to die.
Third, she was horribly beaten by four other children after hours at school. (She's clearly bisexual, and everybody has known it since before she could talk. The beating was a hate crime.)
I also undressed the blond boy's sister. I think that had something to do with it.
Fourth, when she was six she was shot by a teenager aiming for her genitals, with a crossbow (Yes, a crossbow. Don't ask, I don't get it either.)
I was there and I don't get it.
in retaliation for punching his genitals. (Apparently they had words and she lost her temper. Again, I don't get it either.)
If he hit them, I would have killed him. Nobody hurts my pretty.
I broke up with Sam's mom following a nasty argument about me moving, and she took Sam. Knowing I didn't stand a chance against a woman in court, I decided not to contest this.
This was stupid and you knew it.
Masterful understatement.
ran away at least eight times
Once a month. It made sense at the time.
My mother still refuses to accept Sam as my child, and refused to let her come with me, so Sam had to move back in with her mother again.
I hate grandma.
She got most of it back. I spent $20 and kept $10.
Sam has a few issues, some of which I know are my fault and others I think have just always been there.
1. What's wrong with being cuddly?
2. I don't have a sex problem, I have a prude problem. If prudes left me alone I wouldn't have a problem.
3. This isn't MY problem either.
4. I hate THESE authority figures. The rest don't bother me.
5. I do not fit through the neck, they do not fall off and they make a nice nighty. I've told you before.
