I was visiting my cousin this weekend. I hadn’t seen her family for a long time, so I decided it was time that I spend some time with her.
During the second evening, I was watching a television show and her seven year old son interrupted me. When I told him to wait a second, he replied “You are a guest in my house, you have to do as we say”. Both of his parents burst out in laughter and his father said “I guess he told you”. I didn’t say anything more on the matter, but I still didn’t stop watching the program.
Later that evening, this child came up to me again while I was watching television and said he had a story to tell me. I told him that I was in the middle of something, to which he replied again “This is my house and I have a story to tell so you have to listen.” I told him that it may be his house, but they were my ears and that I didn’t have to listen.
Within a few minutes my cousin confronted me saying that I had no right to speak harshly to her child, that I was to leave the discipline to her and her husband. I told her that I wasn’t disciplining the child, but I also didn’t have to listen to his attitude. She told me to apologize for speaking so rudely to her child, which I did. At this point the kid was crying so hard he was almost hyperventilating. My cousin told me she would appreciate it if I didn’t discipline her children. I told her that I was not disciplining him, but I preferred at that moment not to have tolerated his behavior. She told me that I had over stepped my boundaries by speaking to him in that manner.
I was so angry that I packed my stuff at that moment. I woke Andrew up (I dragged him to my cousins with me–and no they still don’t know. They just thought he was a friend–besides he slept in the den, while I slept in the guest room) and told him we were leaving. It was about midnight. My cousin told me we didn’t have to go and I told her that we did, that I had overstayed a welcome. And I left.
She called last night to “apologize” and to see if I was still mad. I still feel angry. She is coming to town in two weeks and I know that good ole Uncle John will be expected to babysit when she’ll want to run around with our other cousins and my siblings. I will adamantly refuse.