I was prepared for more raging tonight from my son due to my not giving him the phone back and my refusal to drive him to the skating rink. But instead, it was a quiet peaceful night. He shocked me by coming to talk to me about his behavior. He said that he had been thinking about a lot of things and realized that everyone is really out for themselves, that you really can't count on anyone and that I am the only person in this world who will always be there for him and fight for him instead of just thinking about myself. Then he said " I treat you really bad." And he said that when he thought of my being the only person who is there for him and the fact that he treats me worse than anyone else, he felt so bad that he cried. I have never, ever heard him admit that. He always blames me for the way he acts. I am so mean, unreasonable, strict, unfair and on and on. I have never heard him admit that he knows he treats me poorly. And I have surely never seen any remorse. He then started talking about the fun that we used to have and all of the time we used to spend together and said he missed that. That is what makes him so difficult to deal with. Just when I am at the end of my rope, I'll see something in him that gives me hope. Until the next time. For all I know his new sense of awareness may be brought on by nothing more than a desire to calm me down enough to get the phone back. Or it may be sincere. I guess we'll see how the weekend plays out since he is still not getting that phone back. He hasn't asked today, but we'll see when he does, how he reacts to another "no".