I'm in extreme tears right now. The first time I've shed a tear since my father passed away five years ago. My 20 year old son just told me he hated me. His mother and I divorced when he was four, and he spent his practically his whole life living with his mom. He rarely ever came to visit me. When he did, he talked back to me, and when I disciplined him (taking away something of his), he'd tell me that his mom never did such things to him. I thought he had matured since he graduated high school.
I also have a 17 year old son that is going to be a senior in high school this year. He's stayed with me more than with his mother, and he's never talked back to me at all. My 20 year old son just left to go back to his apartment about an hour ago, and before he left he told me he hated me. I always wanted to be as close as possible to both my sons. I love them both an unlimited amount. My 20 year old's words are stinging like a million bee stings. I just can't get over that he told me he hated me.
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