Chaosuncontained
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He drug his butt around this morning. He asked me where his AR book was. I told him in his back pack "now, let's GO!" He then asked me, quite hatefully WHERE in his back pack the book was... He was angry because he couldn't find it and accused me of lying. Told me that "YOU HATE ME" (a favorite saying of his).
I became VERY angry. I yelled at him. Reminded him who made his lunch, washed his clothes, helped him with homework, read to him each night, "prayed over him" (his saying). I yelled and told him that I was the one researching online, making him doctor appointments--and going to them, picking up and giving him his medicines. I'm the one dealing with the school every time he gets in trouble. I am the one who worries CONSTANTLY about him. I am the one who plays with him, watches all his youtube videos, watches every cartoon, over and over. I told him I loved him more than he will EVER know. All said in anger. It was ugly.
The worst? When we got to school I *very* sarcastically said "Have a GREAT day Carson!!" and drove away.
He never said a word while I was yelling. And the look on his face when he got out of the car (without our usual "kiss, hug and a pat on the back") was so sad. I feel so bad. I want to go back and get him. And spend all day apologizing. I'm afraid he will have a bad day today--and it will be my fault.
I'm so tired.
I became VERY angry. I yelled at him. Reminded him who made his lunch, washed his clothes, helped him with homework, read to him each night, "prayed over him" (his saying). I yelled and told him that I was the one researching online, making him doctor appointments--and going to them, picking up and giving him his medicines. I'm the one dealing with the school every time he gets in trouble. I am the one who worries CONSTANTLY about him. I am the one who plays with him, watches all his youtube videos, watches every cartoon, over and over. I told him I loved him more than he will EVER know. All said in anger. It was ugly.
The worst? When we got to school I *very* sarcastically said "Have a GREAT day Carson!!" and drove away.
He never said a word while I was yelling. And the look on his face when he got out of the car (without our usual "kiss, hug and a pat on the back") was so sad. I feel so bad. I want to go back and get him. And spend all day apologizing. I'm afraid he will have a bad day today--and it will be my fault.
I'm so tired.