Feeling unspeakably awful this morning after a bitter argument with son2 (15) . He hates me. He blames me for his ‘shit life’ and the anger and criticism of my choices – in particular my relationship with ExP – was furiously, eloquently and viciously expressed.
I know he’s 15. I know much of what he says / thinks comes from his father who has enjoyed filling his head with adult thoughts. I know he’s anxious about public exams at the end of this year. I know this..
But, but … it’s pretty crap. And pretty depressing. And not, it seems, solvable