the emotional toll
As a father, society norm dictates that I am the strong one. His words are beginning to take a toll on me. I never thought I would be a victim of verbal and mental abuse at the age of 43, but there it is. I often have difficulty with walking, get dizzy frequently, and sometimes fall down. Behind me is the laughter of my son. “It’s funny when you fall.” When I call him out on it, he gets defensive. Says that he would be happier to be in a facility rather than here. He says so many other things, each is designed to cut to the quick. His favorite taunt is “are you ready to hit me?” Tonight he had a fit about his pills. He needs water, as ever, and wasn’t pleased because “I can’t find any clean cups”. Of course the reason we are out of cups