From the past|

No, no, no! I am the mother. I am the parental figaure. I make the rules! You're going to stay here with me! I don't care if I have to pick you up and drop you off at school, then lock you in the basemnt when you come home; you will follow my rules!

I want to, damn it, I want too!

...

If you don't have anything to say then go to your room.

And so I go to my room.
And I want to cry so bad.
So fucking bad.

But no. I will follow his rules.

Rule 5. I shall not cry because I am blessed to have you because you love me.