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verbal abuse from the son

Today, we had a pretty good day. A few lies, nothing major. Right up until we got home. Then holy hell broke out. I have been verbally abused when I was a kid, but never like what I get almost nightly from David. Tonight I started recording the tirades. This one lasted an hour. To hear him talk, one would think that we beat him to within an inch of his life every day. I love him, I really do, but where last night I was able to give him a hug and get him to stop, tonight he was having none of that. He begged me to call the Sheriff so that he could get taken away from us and be placed with people who would treat him better. So many other things, I just can’t comprehend why he would say them except to get a reaction out of

how I got him to stop mouthing off and gave him all of the attention that he wanted

Tonight, David’s mouth was flying. Some of the vilest things I have ever heard him say. they don’t need to be repeated here. except to say that he is planning to accuse us of child abuse. He has made that claim before. I have zero interest in beating him. I don’t think it would do any good. I use pressure points when I need to. They stop him cold. Tonight was something else. He wanted attention. So I gave it to him. i didn’t restrain him. I didn’t use pressure points. I just gave him a big hug that lasted for 20 minutes. No force. I told him that I loved him. Eventually he stopped. By the way, he hates hugs. Or so he says. In the end, I gave him all of the attention that he wanted. And I didn’t strain my voice yelling. Because as any parent of

the stress free facade

You know that calm and cool Dad you see at the meetings for his son? The one who rarely gets upset? Yeah. him. That is me. I am anything but calm. In fact most of the time, I am so rigid with stress that I could be a string on a violin. A damn big string on a violin. How do I change that? See, I would rather get up and speak in front of hundreds of people than sit in that room and have a meeting about my son. It isn’t that I don’t love him or want to fight for him, it is just that overtime, I have learned that most meetings for David don’t go well, and I need to be on-guard. It is sad really that my early meetings for David have caused me to automatically feel like this. Is this a, what do they call