Bombing the G: A Parental Social Media Misstep

We didn’t want to be those parents that, quote, unquote, humiliate their children online, on social media for a situation. She has bombed her G. You didn’t want to humiliate her, but you did. Congratulations. You have just gained yourself an enemy in your own household. Do you know? I mean, you think she’s gonna come and talk to you when. When she got stuff that she wants to talk about? Her two biggest supporters have betrayed her. You have done her dirty. But you put her full name on the internet and you come to tell us. What do you want us to do, bro? Do you not trying to say this? What’s going on now? I’ll be damned if my parents were cloud chasers, bro. What do you mean? If you want to pass on a message and you message her, we’ll. We’ll tell her what you said. Like, allow it, don’t beg. Yeah, what if my parents done this to me at 16? I would have found a way to move on my house at 16. How can you touch a. How can you shame me like this, bro? You know, I mean, instead of you to keep it in your house where it matters, because I don’t know what you thought putting on TikTok is gonna do. Yeah, if anything, we’ve sympathized for blessing. You know what I’m trying to say? That you could have just said, raw. You wrapped your GCSEs. Say no more. Your Phone is gone. Your this, this and that. And you could have kept it there. Get her some. Some classes or what not to. Whatever subject she wants to do. You help her, you know? I mean, help her, bro. Don’t. Don’t like. Bro, like what? At the end of the day, she got into college. There’s something to be happy about. Do you know? I mean, she’s not just gonna be walking the streets, bro