Shitty parent, shitty kid, totally normal shit gone wrong

I got up and one of the first things I read was this public text fight between 50 Cent and his teenage kid, Marquise. HERE. So, Fidy, doesn't seem to see his kid a lot, had to get an address to drive out and see him, but, when he got there, the kid hit the basement, turned out the lights and hid. Fidy was so pissed off he told the kid his mother is a whore and told him to delete his number. The kid gets totally shitty and LOL's him, reminding him that he forgot his birthday and Christmas and that money isn't everything. Fidy reminds him that he wouldn't have any money if his father didn't work hard. Fidy takes the cake when he tells Marquise that his mom can have his ass, he'll make another kid.

It's sad, slightly hilarious and shameful...and normal. Kind of. I have never spoken to either of my kids that way, let alone in public. I have a terrible temper and half grown kids are beasts. I remember one fight my son and I had that was so bad, it made me puke. He decided everything bad in his life was my fault. He went on a tirade that included me taking drugs during pregnancy, that caused his vision problems. I guess I never felt he need to tell him the circumstances of his birth. I remember incredulously yelling, 'Drugs??!! I'd never even smoked a cigarette or drank a beer back then, I was a fucking child!!' After that, I shut up, sat there and took it. He ranted for 30 long minutes with me nodding my head. His extensive list of the ways I'd wronged him included not having a college fund so he could go to Harvard, buying him a shitty used car, expecting him to go to the sixth grade in fake designer sneakers (that WAS bad, I should have worked extra shifts and bought the good ones), not having the sense to use birth control so he was born in the first place (I still regret not asking him where I was supposed to get this magic illegal birth control) and not adopting him out to a Rockefeller so he could have grown up in a mansion. The worst thing he said was that his grandma raised him, not me. Really? I don't recall that. As a matter of fact, she moved to Florida when he was a toddler, for several years, and never left a forwarding address. How did he not remember that? He'd never spent more than an occasional weekend with her (or anyone else) in his entire childhood. But, he knew where to aim when he was mad.

I left when he was done and never said a word. I figure everyone has the right to hate their parent(s) once in awhile. We didn't speak for over a month. Then he started coming around again and acting like nothing happened. So, I did too. But, it hung in the air. He couldn't apologise, but, he wanted to. He'd ask me, hey, do you remember that first car I had? I'd say, yeah, that piece of rusty shit and he'd laugh and say, I loved that car! That was the best car ever! Right. We got over it, we let it go. On the surface. Then he had his own kid. One day when she was a few weeks old he brought her over. He was all freaked out because she wouldn't stop crying. He said he'd tried everything and he thought something was wrong with her. Did she need a doctor? Should he take her to ER? Maybe he wasn't cut out for this? Maybe she hated him? Maybe there was something wrong with him? WTF? He was at the end of his rope. I said, hey, I think she just has a tummy ache. Leave her here and go hang with your friends or something. Come back in a day or two. He looked like he'd just gotten paroled from prison. He said, 'Jesus, this parenting thing is the hardest job in the world. I never had any idea how fucking hard it is! How did you ever do this when you were so young and all alone!?' I kept my mouth shut, but, the answer was, I was so young and ignorant I didn't know any better. I thought I was supposed to do it all, so I did.

He put his hat on backwards and hit the door. On the way out, he said, 'You know...about you raising me...you know..it's like..you know....Then he made some weird gang sign at the floor and said, "TOTAL respect." Yeah. I know. That's as much apology as I was going to get and it was enough. It was really over then. I deserved half the shit he gave me, the other half was totally ridiculous, over the top, and he knew it.

Where 50 Cent made his mistake was by pissing on his kid in a potentially public way (even if the kid was being a shit head). He also made the serious mistake of letting the kid get to him and becoming so angry that he said things he can't take back. I'm glad I never talked to either of my kids like that. I'm glad I sat there and took it and let it lay around awkwardly instead of letting it become a war. I never did a lot right in my life, but, I never said shitty asshole things to my kids. Not once. Something inside always stopped me from doing that. I don't think I've ever even said, shut up, to my children. Now everybody in the world knows Fidy is a shit dad and his kid can be an asshole. He can never change that now. Celeb kids piss me off though. A lot of them bitch about how mom/dad wasn't there for them, never realizing that if their parents weren't who they were, they'd be living in the fucking projects on food stamps instead of hanging out in their private suites overlooking the pool and strumming their custom Les Pauls while whining on fucking Twitter on their expensive lap tops (with paid cable) while wearing Armani. Waiting for the maid to bring them whatever their professional chef has dreamed up that day for lunch. The fact is, no matter who you are, if you have a child, you will fuck them up. All parents fuck up their kids. It's happened since the beginning of time. At least one time in your child's life they will despise you. They have a right to. Accept it and move on. I hope Fidy and Marquise can eventually move past this, but, it will be difficult, because it wasn't kept private. Also, if I was Fidy I would be extremely upset if my child was a teen with no spelling or punctuation skills. I really would. My kid may have LOL'd me every day, but, at least he could spell and use his period and cap keys. Maybe letting the world know that you and ur son r illiterate is worse than the fighting. How completely sad is that? Look at that kid. I want to slap him and he's not even mine. Maybe I'm just upset because I can't find a way to blame this on Chelsea Handler.