Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell
I always tell my daughter and my stepdaughter if they’re ever in a situation that they need to get out of, just call me and I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and I will pick them up, no questions asked, no judgments made. I let them know that I used to be a teenager once before, and told them everyone is entitled to make bad decisions every now and then.
We’re only human and it’s a part of life. Last weekend I got a call from my 17-year-old stepdaughter. She told me she snuck out of the house and went to a party and had too much to drink. She was scared of passing out at the party because there were people there she didn’t know. I got there just in time, she was so gone she couldn’t even walk.
I had to pick her up and carry her to the car. I told her I was disappointed that she snuck out, but I also told her I was glad she made the right choice, the safe choice to have me pick her up. I haven’t told my wife about it, because I don’t want to mess with the deal I made with my stepdaughter. I want her to know that she can trust me. I just hope I’m making the right choice.