Why? Why Do I Treat Her That Way?

Why do I have to grill her about the hangers? Isn't it enough that she's come upstairs to get more hangers because I asked her to hang up her clothes? It seems every time I see her I tell her what to do, why to do it, how to do it, when to do it and who to do it with!!

No wonder she doesn't want me to watch her at Athletics or hides her face when I come into the room. When will I just allow her to live? Allow her to grow? When will I allow her to go about her day without being grilled about e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g?

When will I learn??