The bigger issue is that you did this in front of her. You taught her that this was okay.
I need to correct this. I'll figure out a way. Maybe that means she gets to go to another event. All these kids shows have something similar. Explaining my error and showing the right way to do things....Leading by example.
I don't want my daughter to turn out like me. I want her to live a happy fulfilled life. I want her to have the required tools to handle adversity but to do it with grace.
you have to do the digging to figure out how you became the person you are.
Control was and is still an issue for me. As a child I felt completely out of control. All sorts of bad things were happening to me and around me, and there was nothing I could do about it. I shouldn't have to be in control as a child. My parents and family should do the right things and protect me. I can remember as soon as I could, everything was on me. If I wasn't in control it wasn't going to happen.
Do you want to eat? Go take your moms food stamps, get groceries and cook.
Do you need basketball shoes so you can play on the school team? Raid the local YMCA's lost and found and take a pair that's 3 sizes too big. No one else wanted them, what's the harm in taking them?
Want to join the Navy but your custodial sister wont allow you to join? Wait till your 18 and join the military in spite of her.
These are just a few examples. Daily life from as early as 8 was all on me. I was home alone for a week straight at 8 or 9. I got up in the morning, and went to school. Then Id come home and start the fire in the wood burning stove, and cook soup or rice. Somedays school lunch was all I had. Fast forward a few years, i'm 11-12. My mom has MS and tried to commit suicide multiple times. My fathers abuse and infidelity were the cause, not her debilitating disease. Mom gets shoved into a nursing home at the age of 51. She's more than capable of living a life on her own, but that's not what my father wanted. She needed to disappear and die there. Guess where I lived for weeks at a time while he was out fucking anything that walked? In a nursing home with my mom. The nurses were nice enough to get me a cot and feed me.
This is what I really struggle with. My childhood really sucked, yeah so what? Lots of people have them, why did I do fucking horrible things as an adult?
Before the swinging started I was miserable. As unhappy as I can remember. Just left the Navy for civilian life. We moved to Oklahoma just to have a job. I didn't know where OK was on the map, let alone if I wanted to live there. We went from a 3 bedroom house in Virginia to a tiny 1 bedroom apartment. I knew no one but my wife. I hated my Job. I was terrible at my job. No navy chief to set me straight. first time living with and seeing LD on a daily basis. the honeymoon was looong gone. I was back to making sure everything got done again. I had to control the outcome and I was failing miserably. This is when the drinking really got bad. We practically lived in a bar across the street from our tiny apartment. I was drunk constantly.
When I say I had to get everything done, I mean big picture stuff. Get a job, keep a job, etc. LD did a great job juggling her career and keeping a clean home. The stress and pressure was all self induced. She didn't do anything wrong.
But I resented her.....
For lots of things but none of them should have mattered. I see that now, but back then I was just angry. She was my scapegoat. I could list the resentments but what's the point? They were all trivial.
She was my one and only at the time. I was miserable and there was no way I was going to blame myself. So if I was unhappy, it must be LD's fault. I liked sex. We liked sex. Hell we experimented a lot! None of it seemed to matter. I wanted more. I wanted more partners like she had (silly resentment). I was second guessing myself and our marriage. High school sweethearts, married at 20, we didn't know ourselves yet. How could we pick a spouse? So that must be what's wrong. Its not me, its her. So I pushed and pushed. But she just wouldn't go away! No matter how mad I was, she wouldn't let go.
Sorry for the word dump. There's a lot more. I'm not even sure what I'm doing sharing all of this.