growing pains.

i wanted to talk to you about your son. about why he's so frustrated, how he's acting out and what could possibly help him. we are his family after all.

but instead i get accused and beat down verbally.

you tell me you'd rather not have kids if this is how your kids are treating you? i don't respect you? i don't take into consideration how my actions will affect the way you feel?

i don't say anything because you're angry. because i'm thinking you're angry and you're not thinking rationally.

i wanted to tell you that your son might not come home tonight because he's angry.

but now i'm too afraid to tell you that.