So for months, if not years, we have been battling with our son to behave appropriately. The last three months have not been kind. At fifteen he has completely refused to go to school, breaks every rule we set, is volatile, verbally abusive, and violent. I don't want to go into a huge laundry list of what this kid is doing because it's really beside the point. A decision was made by all adults involved that he should go live with my husband in another state.
Son wailed. Son screamed. Son made threats. And thus we found ourselves back at the psychiatric hospital today. After eight hours, they finally admitted him. Eight hours that I got to hear from him what a disgusting, horrible dumbass retard shit of a mom I am (his words, not mine). Eight hours of verbal abuse. And then, when it's time for me to go, the kid says-he says for real-"Hey mom, I need a hug...I won't see you til tomorrow..."
I did not want to hug him. I do not want to see him right now because I'm too angry and tired and hurt, and quite frankly, I want the luxury to lay in my bed by myself and cry my tears. But I hugged him anyway and will show up tomorrow in time for family therapy, with the clothing he needs. Because that's what moms do.
Apparently, even disgusting, horrible dumbass retard shit moms like me.
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