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The silent treatment

The silent treatment - Willi Johnson

I wish I knew how to talk with my daughter. I wish I could be able to speak her language, the language that all teenagers speak. I feel I am loosing her. She became so distant to me, to us. She barely spends with any time wit us. She is always locked up in her bedroom. That’s her universe when she comes home.

I have asked my wife to stop taking the food tray to her room, allowing her to live like in a hotel. If she is hungry, she should come downstairs and have dinner with us. This house ain’t a hotel and my wife ain’t working for her. There is also no room service here.

This situation can’t go on forever. I can’t tolerate it anymore. It’s been three weeks since she refuses to talk to me or her mother. I miss her. I miss seeing her, talking with her, hearing her laughter, listening to her plans. I want my daughter back. I worry for her and I do not know how to help her. Each attempt of starting a heart to heart conversation ends up as a failure. I feel like I am failing as a parent. I need help. We need help to learn how to communicate without hurting each other or pushing things further on this dangerous steep path.

Ever since we moved here and we uprooted her from her friends, she has not said one single word to us. The day she realized that we were actually moving and that I had hired a moving company Montreal, she made a huge scandal. Her main point was that we were taking her away from her group of friends.

Both her mother and I, we tried to explained that she could continue seeing her friends and that she could have them over in our new house anytime she would like. We had nothing against them.  We were not preventing her from keeping in touch with them. On the contrary, we were welcoming them into our new place. But she could not attend the same school. She had to change schools because we were moving out of the city.

It made no sense at all for any of us to keep her in the same school, while we were living in Kirkland. It would have been a hassle. Not to mention that financially, it was insanity. Why spending money on something that it is not needed?


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