A keeps telling me what to do. She's so mean. It's like she's my mother.
Hey. I'm not mean.
True. It's like she's the mean mother I never had. Why is she so mean, anyway?
Well, honey, you know her better than I do. It sounds to me as if she's really insecure and also pretty envious of you and C.
You both have a lot more money than A and her family. You two get to travel and buy pretty much anything you want. A doesn't.
I know. And I don't know why she's so mean to her mom. Her mom works really hard. I think she's nice.
She is nice, and she is working really hard. I can't imagine how painful it must be to have to tell your kids you can't afford things they need. And, at the same time, she seems to tolerate B being mean to her. You said once that you knew I'd never let you talk that way, and you're right. I wouldn't.
It would never even occur to me to talk you like that. Or to yell at you that way.
I know. And a lot of that is just the way you are - the way you're wired. Some of it, though, is that Daddy and I have been clear about what the limits are. And we've also treated you like a human being. We've listened to you and explained why we make our decisions and we respect you and your point of view, so you trust us to be reasonable.
Yeah. And then I expect everybody to be like that, and they're not! Other people are NOT reasonable. Like, I keep thinking people will apologize when they've done something wrong, the way you and Daddy do. And they don't!