Christine
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Wow. Sorry. I wasn't intending to get you all worked up. I have just found that, in my experience, the less involved I got with my teenaged daughter and her friend problems, the better. I found that whenever I tried to "help", the situation would change and my brilliant solutions were moot. I feel like they need to learn how to solve problems themselves, with the exception of dangerous or illegal situations obviously.
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Yes, you did get me worked up!
Sorry. I can't tell you how many times I've been on "vent" session threads--and that's all they are. Some mine, but mostly others and the person is just complaining, like I'm doing. And someone will come on and say they shouldn't get involved, shouldn't overreact, etc. When all they are doing is unloading. That's what I'm doing and, you know, I felt IMMEDIATELY better after typing it out. I do hate to see my son fretting over how uncomfortable this girl can make everyone. But, bottom line is, I do know that he has to work it out himself and I would not dream of intervening unless she truly took it up a notch to a really bully factor that some kids can manage to do.
I apologize if I bit your head off, but sometimes on these types of threads people aren't really involved in anything--just letting off steam.
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No problem. I'm sorry that I came across all judgey. I hope it all works out at school. My dad used to say we should bury them when they're ten and dig them back up when they're 25.
and in the beginning, she was giving my son all kinds of grief, he just couldn't win with that girl. Finally, he decided to ignore her and not speak, respond or listen to her for a week. In the end, after class one day last week, DS gets in the car and says, "Girls are insane!" and I burst out laughing and of course asked why, he says, "Since I started ignoring (girl) she's being so nice, I almost think she wants me to ask her out, she won't stop being sweet and nice, it's crazy. Mom, I thought she hated my guts." I was rolling laughing. DS gets home and mentions this at the dinner table to his Dad, and DH sort of grunts in agreeance and quiet understanding and DS nods his head. 

