I guess I should have known this would happen eventually.
Bjorn tried to warn me. And I mean, he’s got two daughters of his own, so he must know what he’s talking about…
Anyway, today our house officially turned into World War III.
Mari and Lina have always had their little bouts of bickering… But this was different. Yelling, screaming… I’m pretty sure Mariana was about to throw a punch before Jade and I stepped in there. The whole thing’s pretty damn ridiculous, to be honest.
And it was all about some dumb old journal, just like this one. Can you believe it?
Anyway, Jade got the easy job this time around. Lina’s always taken punishment pretty well, I must say. Not that she gets in trouble that often. That’s usually Mari’s area of expertise…
And that’s where I came in. Guess I drew the short straw this time. Mari threw such a huge fit when we told her we were taking her diary away. Called me a hypocrite and everything! Now where the Hell did she learn a word like that?
Anyway, I felt bad about it. I really did. But… I really don’t think she’s mature enough to handle it right now. And neither is her sister. Jade and I took a look, and she really did say some pretty harsh things about Lina in there. And some of the kids at school. And even me and Jade sometimes.
And I totally get it. I mean, who doesn’t get pissed off sometimes? But she’s gotta realize that you need to be careful with what you write down, no matter how angry you’re feeling – because someone can always find a way to read it, no matter how hard you try.
And Lina, well… She’s gotta learn to respect boundaries. She tried to pull the sweet and innocent act on Jade, but she knew exactly what she was doing.
God, this whole situation just sounds awful, doesn’t it? I guess Jade and I aren’t up for any ‘Parent of the Year’ awards anytime soon… We try so hard. We really do. But sometimes it’s not easy.
I never even realized Mari was keeping a diary, to be honest. Guess she swiped one of my old notebooks when I wasn’t paying attention. And honestly? If she’d asked, I probably would have let her taken it. How could I have known a little journal would cause so much grief?
Anyway, we made it through this little bump in the road easily enough… But I’m kinda terrified right now… Something tells me things will only get worse from here. I mean, the girls haven’t even hit puberty yet.
Oh God, can you imagine?