I wanted to go see my favorite band when I was around 14. But we lived about 6 hours from the venue and I was gonna be riding with 4 other high schoolers through the colorado mountains.

My mom said no.

I was pissed.

2 years later we lived in Flagstaff and my favorite band was playing in Phoenix on Wednesday.

Instead of asking, I told her I was going to the concert...

That didn't go well either..

In fact, I was in the process of bleachig my hair when I told her I would drive myself down and back on a school night...

She said NO.

I went all teenage asshole and had a temper tantrum... I grabbed a firearm and was gonna shoot her truck...

Luckily my stepdad and her tackled me and threw me outside in the winter night in my under wear.

I ended up cutting the power to the trailer and didn't restore it until they let me in..

What a shit head I was.

I'm not even sure I would've pulled the trigger now that I think about it... I was just being overly dramatic.

This week my daughter and I had ourselves an afternoon of disagreement and it was terrible.

I felt bad, she felt bad. We were mean to each other. So awful. Things my baby would never day or do.

Teenagers are hard. Because it's hard to be a teenager. Writing about myself this week allowed me to to look back on my childhood and see where my daughter is today...

I hope to move forward offering little more grace to everyone I come in contact with, cuz this life stuff is hard.

So, I'm sorry mom