On kid's birthday my wife crossed the Rubicon. One time too many.
She's a spoiled narcissistic fully grown adult with a pea size brain that, in spite of countless requests, petitions, threats, has one and only one guiding light ahead in life: anything coming from me is bad, wrong, evil and must be trampled aggressively.
So on my kid's 11'th anniversary, I did the usual routine costing me more than a minimum wage in my country. But since life's about these precious moments, I saved one for later evening when noone was expecting anything more. I bought the kid, without telling my wife, a giant Teddy Bear, even though he's fast approaching teenage size it made apparent the kid-size he still is. And he absolutely loved it.
There's one and only one time in a whole fucking lifetime when you can present your kid with a giant teddy bear and make the impact I made. Can't be too soon when he's still a toddler incapable of fully assessing the world around him. Nor too late when he starts being interested in chicks, cars, ca$h.
I'll make the kid other presents as he grows up but nothing, NOTHING in this life will replicate the innocent joy on his face when he saw the Teddy bear. There's two smiles on my kid, one for the camera when he gets presents worth more than a minimum wage in my country. And the other, genuine one, that I got from him by throwing half a month's water bill into purchasing a giant Teddy Bear. It's SYMBOLIC THINKING and you have to be moderately intellectually capable to figure out that, which my stupid cow wife isn't.
What my wife did with the once-in-a-lifetime moment was launch a tantrum attack against it. In a fraction of a second kid went from exulting joy to fighting for his life. Well, Teddy's life which my wife was threatening to throw from the balcony (symbolically though, my kid's life). There's a saying here:
- If you pour a glass of wine into a bucket of turd, you get turd.
- If you toss a teaspoon of shit into a barrel of wine, you get shit.
Well my wife just took a full, diarrheaous carp into the barrel of wine I went over my head to provide.
She's a spoiled narcissistic fully grown adult with a pea size brain that, in spite of countless requests, petitions, threats, has one and only one guiding light ahead in life: anything coming from me is bad, wrong, evil and must be trampled aggressively.
So on my kid's 11'th anniversary, I did the usual routine costing me more than a minimum wage in my country. But since life's about these precious moments, I saved one for later evening when noone was expecting anything more. I bought the kid, without telling my wife, a giant Teddy Bear, even though he's fast approaching teenage size it made apparent the kid-size he still is. And he absolutely loved it.
There's one and only one time in a whole fucking lifetime when you can present your kid with a giant teddy bear and make the impact I made. Can't be too soon when he's still a toddler incapable of fully assessing the world around him. Nor too late when he starts being interested in chicks, cars, ca$h.
I'll make the kid other presents as he grows up but nothing, NOTHING in this life will replicate the innocent joy on his face when he saw the Teddy bear. There's two smiles on my kid, one for the camera when he gets presents worth more than a minimum wage in my country. And the other, genuine one, that I got from him by throwing half a month's water bill into purchasing a giant Teddy Bear. It's SYMBOLIC THINKING and you have to be moderately intellectually capable to figure out that, which my stupid cow wife isn't.
What my wife did with the once-in-a-lifetime moment was launch a tantrum attack against it. In a fraction of a second kid went from exulting joy to fighting for his life. Well, Teddy's life which my wife was threatening to throw from the balcony (symbolically though, my kid's life). There's a saying here:
- If you pour a glass of wine into a bucket of turd, you get turd.
- If you toss a teaspoon of shit into a barrel of wine, you get shit.
Well my wife just took a full, diarrheaous carp into the barrel of wine I went over my head to provide.
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Then again, maybe next time you could let her know beforehand when you want to buy some for the child from both of you? Don't need to be a formal request or anything, just dropping a line will do. I mean why didn't you want to tell her in the first place?