Divorce has been good for Howard.
Posted on 05/25/2008 9:03:56 AM PDT by Hildy
Actor Terrence Howard has proved his credentials as the ultimate over-protective father - he threatened to kill his daughter Aubrey's teenage boyfriend. The Iron Man star didn't appreciate his 14-year-old daughter dating a classmate he disapproves of, and "intervened" by forcing her to ditch the unfavorable suitor. He says, "She's supposedly in love with some guy. I made her break up with him and I've threatened to kill him. I was like, you picked a green fruit from the tree that's far from ripe."
And Howard ensures he keeps a tight-leash on his beloved kids - warning Aubrey she will be cut out of any future inheritance if she is not "obedient". He tells his daughter, "I've set a lot of things aside for you, but those things are only yours as long as you're obedient to me." However, the actor has put a crafty plan into action to make sure the teenager doesn't fall back into her unsuitable relationship. He adds, "She's OK now. Though, I'm sure he's still kind of her boyfriend. This summer I'll take her off to another country where her phone won't work, and he'll start dating someone else." Howard has three children with his ex-wife Lori McCommas; Aubrey, 14, Hunter, 12, and Heavenly, 10.
“Howard has three children with his ex-wife Lori McCommas; Aubrey, 14, Hunter, 12, and Heavenly, 10.”
One thing I learned as a divorced father of two is that when the kids live with the other parent, you really have little to no control over what they do or even how they are raised. Maybe when they are younger but as teenagers? Forget it.
Terrence Howard sounds like a good dad to me. Too many parents these days are afraid to use all of the tools at their disposal to correct inappropriate and risky behaviors by their children.
I could only imagine what her hip-hop gangbanger sweetie
looks like. Howard seems to be a decent guy.
“I was like, you picked a green fruit from the tree that’s far from ripe.”
Sounds like someone who was shielding his daughter from a teenage boy who’s been told by schools, doctors, SEICUS, and planned parenthood that if it feels good, “do it”. “Just say yes”. Etc.
I agree with what YOU said.....and thank God for a protective father....the teenager won’t appreciate it until later....
Dr. Laura has probably saved more marriages by pointing out the fact that once you’re divorced you have NO control over what happens to your children when they’re on visitations or who they interact with. Alot of women truly don’t realize that until it’s too late.
Dr. Laura has probably saved more marriages by pointing out the fact that once you’re divorced you have NO control over what happens to your children when they’re on visitations or who they interact with. Alot of women truly don’t realize that until it’s too late.
indeed. Even assuming that the custodial parent isn’t actively letting them do whatever they want to remain popular, or encouraging behavior to spite the non-custodial parent.
Divorce has been good for Howard.
Ice cream, we’re gonna have, Ice cream!
My husband took all our daughter’s dates out to shoot clays. He’d have one of his buddies toss a golf ball in the air and shoot it out of the air, then turn to the young man and ask if he had any questions.
Seemed to work just fine.
Wow, that doesn’t sound like a good way to treat his daughter. Wouldn’t it be better to try and teach her to make good decisions in a relationship than locking her in in a tower and threatening to make her a pauper?
Yea, I guess..THEN threaten to make her a pauper!
Sounds like a good Dad, to me.
Rock on, Mr. Howard!
After about 15 or 17 years of a horrible marriage, my niece "finally got it" and realized what the family knew all along. Unfortunately she knew throughout that entire ordeal but didn't have the guts to go thru the divorce.
He's still trying to destroy her via the two daughters but at least she has our family for support.
I understand Howard's frustration and he is painted like a overbearing manipulative psycho.
It is hard to get this right, to grow up kids that are strong and self-sufficient and who are not caught and corrupted by all of the forces brought to bare against them.
I wish him all of the luck and the wisdom to find a way to keep his private life out of the papers.
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: It is thought that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not attempt this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early." All of your responses to me will involve the word "Sir" in some fashion.
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like change the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless ruler of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
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