Teenage Girls, At 12 They Change Overnight

September 30, 2016

Teenage Girls, At 12 They Change Overnight

Without Prejudice

My grand daughter Ashleigh

My grand daughter Jade

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My grand daughter Tegan

Debbie, my daughter with her two daughters, Ashleigh and Georgia

Grand daughter, Georgia

My daughter,

Debbie and her daughter Georgia

Jade as Mum to Violet with
her sister Tegan

Tiana, my grand daughter

Tiana

Georgia the dancer

Georgia, the Dancer

Debbie as a teenager, the tallest in class

Yvette, my daughter at 13

Tegan at 14

Ashleigh with her 2 male
cousins

Jade as teenager

The girls father and me as teenager of 16

Yvette, Mother of 8

Me at 19 with armful of babies, 2 in 11 months and three weeks

Liia, my grand daughter in law

Mladenka, my grand daughter in law

Georgia, the dancer

Lauren ( dec) at 12

Me at 16

Me so unhappy

Alena, my daughter

now

Georgia at 16

Lauren at 10

Tiana and Tegan at Lauren's memorial, Springvale Crematorium

My daughter, Alena and her daughter Jade

My mother in law was the one who said it. That my darling girls, 4 of, would change overnight at 12. That the sweetest of girls would suddenly

turn into snarling monsters,literally the day they turned 12.

But that if I hung on, even just as a friend, that at 17 they

would come good again.

I didn't want to believe her, but she turned out to be right. That five years of teenage angst would put me off ever having another child. I had my tubes tied at 32 after a miscarriage. Even so I was 3 weeks overdue for my period when I was in my early 40's. My 12 year younger fiancé had stated that ever since he was in his 20's he never wanted to marry or have kids.

But he seemed to suddenly warm to the idea of a child when if by some miracle my tubes had rejoined and caused a surprise pregnancy

It turned out to be a false alarm.

All of my daughters had kids young, married young, and we're very faithful, loyal women, just like their Mum.

When I was with Tom I never needed to look at another man. He was affectionate, loving, funny and

adoring. That's the good part about having a youngster, all that stamina. And he cooked. I was often known to drive around Clayton or haunt the library after work so that he would cook dinner. First home cooked and the other did the " delft" or dishes and pots.

He found everything I did sexy, even putting on mascara, in the bathroom mirror.

I could never lie on the floor on my stomach reading the Sunday paper as was my wont. Glasses pushed up on my head. For some reason the sight of my big fat arse poking up in the air would make him mad with lust.

He was proud to introduce me to his friends and every word I uttered was a pearl.

We had our place in Glen Iris, just the two of us. And Dips the Greek restaurant around the corner was our place.

I had never been without a child in my care but my girls had passed the age of 17 and living independently. I thought I was set for life. We bought two houses together. One in Clayton and one in Noble Park.

But after ten years we broke up. He bought me a car, new washing machine and his Super was mine unless I remarried.

Surprisingly he was the one that married and I had been married and was not about to repeat the process.

My girls were horrible to each other when they were teens and bickered and fought constantly.

" She's got my top on "

" She's eating with her mouth open."

" She rang my friends "

On and on. If Tom and I didn't get five phone calls a day from them there was something wrong. he couldn't understand it, resented it, was jealous of my time spent with them. I told him I came as a package. The kids would come first even though I knew it was wrong. It didn't help my devotion to being a Mum and not a partner.

These days I think they would like me to have one but I won't.

I'm stubborn like that. I was married for 20 years from 17. Engaged to Tom for 10 years and knew I would never marry him. And lived with a lovely gentle man for five years whose adult son hated me and slept outside our bedroom door, cut up my clothes and resented everything about me.

I figured after that and at my age I am done.

Done with men.

I pick the wrong ones and my brothers told me all sorts about male behaviour ( they tend to over share ) as do my Grandsons.

One brother said he would not pick a man if he was a woman. He said all men, ALL men were selfish bastards.

Another told me ALL men have affairs, it's a dick thing.

Tom said a " standing prick has no conscience" and that I had the best tits and eyes he had ever seen on a woman.

The gentle man told me the same thing.

Tom told he he was a world famous author when I first met him. His last name Irvine sounded familiar.

He wasn't.

My girls liked him.

That was a good thing. My girlfriend, my bestie at that time aborrhed him. Turned out ten years later she preferred women and I had no idea.

I'm obviously a lousy judge of character.

So as a female, female,

I have decided I can get by on my own very well. I have thanks to my girls, many grandkids and now great grandkids. My oldest grand daughter has two daughters. I was a granny at 37.

I like my life, sometimes pray for lonely. I wouldn't know what it is.

Every one of my old friends is the same as I am. Mention another man, another partnership and they are vehement in their reply.

Not a chance.

We have reached our second chances. No more dependents, no more sharing, no more putting ourselves last.

Sex is over rated. Orgasm lasts what? 30 seconds.

We are all still youngish, Mother Baby Boomers. Girls who listened to Germaine Greer and read the Female Eunuch. Hell, I still listen to Metallica and turn the radio up when I hear " And Nothing Else Matters " or Guns N Roses who I went to see in concert with my girls. Many moons ago and slid down mud hills and managed to bog the car on the way out.

I will always be this and you know what ?

I like it xxx

Yvette, my daughter, Mother of 8 kids