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