Or rather, I do know what to say, except it's about ten different things at once, which is immensely confusing! On the one hand, I'm extremely proud of you for writing to me like this, telling me that you're taking a hard look at some of your choices, and for realising that they're not working. Yes, your father and I have been quite worried about you, and rather upset about the way we've sensed you pulling away. So to read that you're not happy with it, and you'd like to change this is very reassuring. And you're very sensible to realise that you can't do everything! My darling girl, any pressure that you feel to be 'perfect,' as you put it, you put on yourself. Your father and I have never expected that of you, and we never would, I promise.
On the other hand, well, I must confess that when I read your message this morning, I had to put my journal away for a few hours because I couldn't trust myself to write without scorching the pages! I'm referring to the contract, I mean. Ginny, you're a minor! Surely they couldn't accept a legal contract without your father's and my signature, could they?
I want to know how you got around that detail, but I'm almost afraid to ask.
No, I must know: Ginny, did you forge either of our signatures? Because if you did, I'm afraid that it's quite a serious matter. We will have to tell them at the magazine, and they would certainly be within their rights to terminate your position immediately, rather than having you stay through Christmas. And I'm afraid there will be consequences from our end, too. I will need to talk with your father tonight about this when he gets home. I trust you still have a copy of the contract; your father and I will need to see it.
But dear, I'm still glad you wrote. As angry as I was this afternoon, I can see that it was quite a brave thing for you to do. We will work things out.
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Date: 2012-09-20 10:19 pm (UTC)Or rather, I do know what to say, except it's about ten different things at once, which is immensely confusing! On the one hand, I'm extremely proud of you for writing to me like this, telling me that you're taking a hard look at some of your choices, and for realising that they're not working. Yes, your father and I have been quite worried about you, and rather upset about the way we've sensed you pulling away. So to read that you're not happy with it, and you'd like to change this is very reassuring. And you're very sensible to realise that you can't do everything! My darling girl, any pressure that you feel to be 'perfect,' as you put it, you put on yourself. Your father and I have never expected that of you, and we never would, I promise.
On the other hand, well, I must confess that when I read your message this morning, I had to put my journal away for a few hours because I couldn't trust myself to write without scorching the pages! I'm referring to the contract, I mean. Ginny, you're a minor! Surely they couldn't accept a legal contract without your father's and my signature, could they?
I want to know how you got around that detail, but I'm almost afraid to ask.
No, I must know: Ginny, did you forge either of our signatures? Because if you did, I'm afraid that it's quite a serious matter. We will have to tell them at the magazine, and they would certainly be within their rights to terminate your position immediately, rather than having you stay through Christmas. And I'm afraid there will be consequences from our end, too. I will need to talk with your father tonight about this when he gets home. I trust you still have a copy of the contract; your father and I will need to see it.
But dear, I'm still glad you wrote. As angry as I was this afternoon, I can see that it was quite a brave thing for you to do. We will work things out.
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