My son’s meltdowns have continued. Wednesday was a really bad day. He was probably as bad as I’ve seen him. He’s never called me names before, until now. He called me an asshole first. I was shocked. My seven year old little boy calling me names like that. I told him that it made me sad but he said that he didn’t care and then called me a bitch. Once again not a word he’s ever used with me before.
I know a part of this is the change in his schedule. He needs his schedule to be the same day after day and Christmas is more than he can handle. It doesn’t stop it from hurting though. They say not to take it personally. I can’t, I just can’t push away the hurt.
I ended up returning him to his other mom’s house early. I knew I had enough so I called and told her that I was dropping the boys off. She wasn’t happy but she could hear him screaming in the background and I’m sure she could here the hysteria in my voice.
The holidays are supposed to be happy, for me they are just stress and pain. I can’t wait for it all to be over.