lied. But I kept the truth from you.”
“What do you mean?” She sat across from me at the breakfast bar. She put her elbows on the counter and leaned forward with concerned eyes. “You can tell me.”
“Well, it was about a month ago,” I began my confession. “I was driving your car home from work…” I slowly poured out my speeding ticket story, certain that she would be so disappointed in me, that she would never trust me again, and finally I finished. But then she just laughed.
“What?” I demanded. “What's so funny?”
“Oh, I'm sorry. But I already knew all about that.”
“Oh.”
“Your dad told me, honey. He said you two had worked out a deal with the newspaper column…” She smiled. “And it sounded like a good plan to me.”
“You knew about this the whole time?”
She nodded.
So now I feel like I'm the one who got tricked. Like they both pulled something over on me. I know I shouldn't be angry since I'm really the one who blew it, but I am seriously irked. “Yeah, whatever.” I stood up.
“Don't feel bad—”
“It's okay,” I said as I left the room.
But it's not really okay. The truth is, I feel betrayed and I'm not so sure I can trust my dad anymore. Or my mom, for that matter. What makes parents think they can get away with this stuff?
So I come up to my room and turn on my computer.I know I should work on my column, even if my dad did pull a fast one on me. Doesn't it just figure that the first letter I open up has to do with trust issues?
Dear Jamie,
I really blew it last week. I really wanted to go to this party, but my parents said no way So, I snuck out. The party ended up being totally lame, and I came home after less than an hour. But when I tried to sneak back into my room, my mom was there waiting for me. And she was really mad! Now I am grounded for like forever, and my parents act as if I'm some kind of juvenile delinquent. Is there anything I can do to win their trust back?
Locked Up
Dear Locked Up,
Talk about bad timing. But maybe it was for the best Because even if you don't get caught, sneaking out only gets you into trouble-eventually Believe me, it's not worth it The best way to get your parents to trust you again is by showing them that you're responsible and that you want to be honest with them. Unfortunately, this takes time. But then it sounds like they've given you plenty of that. Hang in there and remember that as obnoxious as parents seem sometimes, they are not the enemy.
Just Jamie
Okay, I suppose I feel a little better about my parents now, and to be honest, I didn't really like the idea of my dad deceiving my mom anyway. I mean, they're supposed to be partners in this marriage and parenting thing. I don't like seeing them split on stuff. Besides, I shouldn't forget that I'm the one who benefited here. If I hadn't made that deal with Dad, I wouldn't be doing this column or subsequently driving my Jeep. So maybe all's well that ends well.
That letter from Locked Up reminded me of a time when I snuck out. Natalie and I thought we'd die if we couldn't go to this concert in the city. The name of the band was Death Wish, and for some reason we thought they were good. But we were only fourteen at the time, and both sets of parents had told us to “forget it.”
Naturally, we came up with the brilliant idea to tell them we were spending the night at each other's houses, when we were really getting a ride with Jessie Piccolli and her; older brother to see the concert. Then we planned to spend the night at Jessie's house after we got home around two in the morning. We figured her mom (who is single and usually pretty checked out) wouldn't even notice a couple of extra bodies sacked out in the living room.
As it turned out, the concert was a major disappointment. And then when we got to Jessie's house, her mom was having this huge ugly fight with her boyfriend, and no way did she want overnight“guests,” so Natalie
“What do you mean?” She sat across from me at the breakfast bar. She put her elbows on the counter and leaned forward with concerned eyes. “You can tell me.”
“Well, it was about a month ago,” I began my confession. “I was driving your car home from work…” I slowly poured out my speeding ticket story, certain that she would be so disappointed in me, that she would never trust me again, and finally I finished. But then she just laughed.
“What?” I demanded. “What's so funny?”
“Oh, I'm sorry. But I already knew all about that.”
“Oh.”
“Your dad told me, honey. He said you two had worked out a deal with the newspaper column…” She smiled. “And it sounded like a good plan to me.”
“You knew about this the whole time?”
She nodded.
So now I feel like I'm the one who got tricked. Like they both pulled something over on me. I know I shouldn't be angry since I'm really the one who blew it, but I am seriously irked. “Yeah, whatever.” I stood up.
“Don't feel bad—”
“It's okay,” I said as I left the room.
But it's not really okay. The truth is, I feel betrayed and I'm not so sure I can trust my dad anymore. Or my mom, for that matter. What makes parents think they can get away with this stuff?
So I come up to my room and turn on my computer.I know I should work on my column, even if my dad did pull a fast one on me. Doesn't it just figure that the first letter I open up has to do with trust issues?
Dear Jamie,
I really blew it last week. I really wanted to go to this party, but my parents said no way So, I snuck out. The party ended up being totally lame, and I came home after less than an hour. But when I tried to sneak back into my room, my mom was there waiting for me. And she was really mad! Now I am grounded for like forever, and my parents act as if I'm some kind of juvenile delinquent. Is there anything I can do to win their trust back?
Locked Up
Dear Locked Up,
Talk about bad timing. But maybe it was for the best Because even if you don't get caught, sneaking out only gets you into trouble-eventually Believe me, it's not worth it The best way to get your parents to trust you again is by showing them that you're responsible and that you want to be honest with them. Unfortunately, this takes time. But then it sounds like they've given you plenty of that. Hang in there and remember that as obnoxious as parents seem sometimes, they are not the enemy.
Just Jamie
Okay, I suppose I feel a little better about my parents now, and to be honest, I didn't really like the idea of my dad deceiving my mom anyway. I mean, they're supposed to be partners in this marriage and parenting thing. I don't like seeing them split on stuff. Besides, I shouldn't forget that I'm the one who benefited here. If I hadn't made that deal with Dad, I wouldn't be doing this column or subsequently driving my Jeep. So maybe all's well that ends well.
That letter from Locked Up reminded me of a time when I snuck out. Natalie and I thought we'd die if we couldn't go to this concert in the city. The name of the band was Death Wish, and for some reason we thought they were good. But we were only fourteen at the time, and both sets of parents had told us to “forget it.”
Naturally, we came up with the brilliant idea to tell them we were spending the night at each other's houses, when we were really getting a ride with Jessie Piccolli and her; older brother to see the concert. Then we planned to spend the night at Jessie's house after we got home around two in the morning. We figured her mom (who is single and usually pretty checked out) wouldn't even notice a couple of extra bodies sacked out in the living room.
As it turned out, the concert was a major disappointment. And then when we got to Jessie's house, her mom was having this huge ugly fight with her boyfriend, and no way did she want overnight“guests,” so Natalie
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