I'm new here, and no one here really knows me, but it's my only place to turn. I have no one else. I don't what else to do but cry and type on some stupid message board to total strangers. I guess I just need to vent. Right now I am having a hard time referring to either of them as my SO or my SS. I hate them both. They are Dave and Brandon. No one will ever know who I am so I don't care about privacy issues. Yesterday Dave let the kid place videogames ALL day and ALL night, with a couple hours of TV in between. So last night when Dave said "time to get off the game," of course the kid melted down. He screamed and screamed. I'm sick--of nasty flu. I was in bed all day yesterday. And it happens that the computer room is on the other side of the wall from our bedroom. So of course, I had to listen to it all in stereo surround sound. Granted, it wouldn't have been much better anywhere else in the house...but it was the idea. I have no escape from the tirades. So I lost it. I told Dave, "what the hell were you thinking--you KNOW what hours of videogames do to that kid." He responded by telling me to shut the f**k up, f**k off...you get the picture. He knew I was right and it ****** him off. Then I started losing it on the kid, telling him to just shut up. He screams without tears--just screams for the sake of screaming. I was sick and just couldn't take it. This morning it started all over again. The kid started screaming for God knows what. He was holding a glass of water ready to throw it in my face, and Dave says "go ahead, she's just a b***h." Then he tells the kid to follow me around the house screaming in my face. And after this, I hear Dave telling the kid how "she is crazy. she needs a psychologist." So the kid threw water at me and I threw water back at him. The right choice? No. I realize this. But you know how you get to the point where you just can't take anymore? I was there...I just could not handle it anymore. Then Dave starts yelling at me, telling me "don't you treat my son that way." Now, let me tell you about HIS stellar parenting skills. He has outright physically assualted that child--many times. I have seen it with my own eyes. One time he ground a handful of salt into the kid's face so he "had something cry about." Same with an entire bar of Irish Spring soap. The kid had green between his teeth for hours because Dave ground it in so hard. And how about the times Dave tries shutting up his kid by covering his mouth? I'm talking forcefuly holding the kids mouth, telling him "breath through your nose." And then there are all the times he has physically kicked this child out of the house...I mean with his feet, shoving a screaming, flailing, out of control child literally out the front door, telling him "get the f**k out." I could tell A LOT of stories like that about this man's fine use of unnecessary and ILLEGAL force against his kid. And how about all the times he's told his kid "I can't f*ing stand you, I wish I never had you." But of course none of that matters. I'M the bad one...Dad is perfect. Does that make what I did OK? No. Of course not. It was immature and stupid and really bad judgment. I regret doing it. And now the two of them are sitting downstairs and Dave is talking about what a crazy b***h I am and the kid is saying "yea, you should kick her out." I have to be here. For right now I just don't have too many options open to me. I have no friends in the area to turn to and no family closer than 3 hours. I will have to suck up to Dave and make nice so he doesn't follow the kid's orders and truly kick me out. I hate them both. HATE THEM. I'd do anything to just get away from here and never, ever have to see either of them again. They are two very disturbed individuals who are frighteningly ignorant of their own screwed up circumstance. But I just can't leave right now. All I can do is cry and whine at a bunch of strangers who maybe understand what this is like.