Dear Grabby,
I truly think a psychologist would have an absolute field day with you, your peeado hubby and your entire family. Your mollycoddled fucked up childhood, has made both you and your wet lettuce of a brother totally 100% dependant on mama and dada kedgefund propping you both up. Neither of you function properly.
You're a master manipulator who is too use to getting your own way all the time. I can only but imagine what a gnormous cunt you are when someone dares tells you no or knows better than you do. No fucking way would any decent parent ever allowed a 24yr old man a foothold into their 13yr old daughters life, no matter how mentally manipulating and distressing things reached. Your relationship isn't some dreamy Disney Princess fantasy, you twat.
Of course, you had to be the one who had to do literally everything first before everyone else in your peer group. You're now passing down your neurosis to both your 2 kids. The need to attempt to have 2 kids born not only on your wedding anniversary cos it's a family tradition on the peeado hubby's side but also #2under2 is beyond fucked up. Both kids are pushed into doing unattainable milestones before anyone else and you clearly lied through your teeth that they were doing things when they weren't. You're now reaping what you've sowed, Freya is exhausted by over stimulation and isn't allowed a day off being a normal bored pre-schooler.
It still baffles me that people actually ask you for advice.