Where's the Kleenex?!
my son was so mean to me last night on the way to his basketball game that i was practically in tears the whole way. if it hadn't been for the fact that my neighbor was in the car with us, i probably would have had a nervous breakdown (thank goodness for small miracles). anyway, i just felt like total $hit the whole time and barely even watched the game, and read instead, because why should i cheer him on when he treated me like dirt just 5 minutes ago? i swear i was at a total loss as to what i was (am) going to do with that boy. i dont want to give up on him, but some days i feel like it.