I was home sick. difficult child got up, as he walked by me(cleaning) he said, I am going across the street. I said WAIT. You just got out of bed. It would be nice if you could stay home for a little bit. And that was it. We both lost it, non stop for hours. He can make me cry with the hurtful things he says. I do reply with things I shouldn't. I asked him to clean his room and he threw a fit. I asked him to go over his homework with me...that was a disaster. He told me I was stupid and I don't know what I am looking at. However I looked in the book through the chapter and I can guarantee he did every single one wrong. He has 6 missing assignments. He turned three in but was given two back because he answered yes and no to problems that did not have yes or no answers.????? He will not look over his work. He will not look at the book. Just tells me I am stupid. And easy child stands up for him. I asked him every day last week to bring home his green folder. I asked for it yesterday. He said it is in dad's car. NOT. I finally just told him to write down all the things he hates about me because I can't stand to hear them come out of his mouth anymore. I went to the doctor. I had this little cough going on for a long time. Not bad just there. Finally Sunday night my chest hurt so bad I couldn't stand it. Doctor said My lungs are full of fluid. Bronchitis for the least, more on the side towards pneumonia. Had a temp. Just wiped out. Had him look at my knee that has been bothering me. I can walk and it doesn't hurt if my leg is straight. Cannot kneel and can't even touch it when it is bent. He said bursitis(?)..He laughed and said "housewive's knee". That should explain it. I am always cleaning. I had every intention of going to work last night. It is our busy night. But I woke up early and was feeling even worse. I am hoping the medicine kicks in and starts working soon. I would like to feel better by the weekend. How is it that I am actually afraid for difficult child to get up today. He hates his house, he hates me. I saw his cell phone. He had messages from about 6 different kids asking if he was ok. Two kids said "you can live here". Another said, "***, what is with her". So I am sure he texted everyone he knew and told them everything is my fault. sigh.