It's near the end of the weekend, and I've made my daughter cry - again. Today was a special day and I have marred it with my actions. The offense? A lie about something that should have been done hours ago, followed by another lie about why she was still up and out of bed.
My response was to yell at her, because I cannot stand lying, even over trivial things. What I really wanted to do? Slap her hard across the face for trying to do it again and again and again.
That is what makes me feel truly guilty. That is the reason I had to walk away.