It is stupid, if not more so reminds himself of his own puberty or when they started, how long and how you felt, namely actually. I thought, that my parents do not understand me anyway, total uncool, common and simple parents were, I remember, but this deep inner feeling verblast somehow and relativized with the decades.
Und ja, I even with my mom “scuffled”, I was of the opinion, that they could not have the fashion jewelry my grandma. And I yelled at them, Slammed doors and was rude. How this must have been my parents, I wonder sometimes.
In a corresponding argument with my parents, I have accused them, that they themselves are to blame, they would indeed need to have children.

My princess is not quite so far away and still light years away from such a behavior, but the emotional roller coaster rides start slow and make me feel, I'm sitting in a Wagon, the slowly gains momentum and with ups and downs is always faster. Only with the brakes is me becoming more aware, that does not work.