I am so sick and tired of this ROTTEN SPOILED BRAT. I am also looking forward to kicking him out of my own home. I can't stand his stupid stinking attitude. When he graduates, I will HAVE to kick him out (and I WILL enjoy it) because he is an intollerable immature jerk.
I was going to send him on a vacation to Hawaii, but forget about it, I will not any longer. He is disrespectful and acts like a guy on his period, and to be plain and simply honest about it, I am at the end of my rope and I am so sick and tired of being sick and tired of it.
We (my son and I) are moving out of my parent's home in May and I will no longer tollerate him telling me what to do and cursing at me. He believes that he should not have to tell me where he goes and what he does. He believes that he does not have to let me know because he is 18 years old and "A MAN" now. He thinks he should not have to tell me anything that he does and because I ask his whereabouts I act like a total control freak who doesn't give his any freedom although he is allowed to go where he wants until 8pm just as long as he let's me know where he is at.
I am sick and tired of him and I excitedly and anxiously await his departure from under my roof after he graduates. I can't tell you how much I want him out of my life at this point.
My child is the LAZIEST person I know. He won't help out at all and the funniest thing is that he really believes that he fully and completely takes care of himself because he does his own laundry and washes his own dishes. He doesn't do any chores around the house and he doesn't have a job.
The reason my son does his own laundry is because one day I asked him to brinmg his light colored colthesd to the wash and he got pissed-off then told me not to touch his fucking laundry for the rest of my fucking life, and that from now on he will take care of his own fucking laundry. He said this in front of my both my parents. Then the following week I did what I was told and I didn't wash his laundry. He later asked me when I planned on doing his laundry and said that I would not be washing his clothes. He then proceeded to swear at me and call me a fucking lazy-ass bitch who is selffish and won't do a fucking thing for him. I reminded him of what he said, then he denied ever saying it and called me a fucking liar and if he said anything at all, it was only meant for that 1 time, not forever. I told my parents because he was extremely pissed-off that he wasn't going to have clean clothes for the week because according to him, I was a stupid ass lazy bitch who never does anything for him.
Anyway, he doesn't pay for his car insurance nor does he pay for his gas and my parents gave him the car. He doesn't pay for his clothes, his food, or the roof over his head. He doesn't feel the need to say thank you for anything he gets and he said that he doesn't know who the fuck I think I am because I expect him to say thank you and he really thinks that I am a fucking bitch because I expect him to say thank you.
He uses the F-word with me every single day. He curses at me and calls me names everyday. If I use too many words with his I am a fucking bitch who talks to much. If I use too little words, I a fucking bitch who is rude.
He believes, (and voices it to the world) that if I would just fucking do what he tells me to do, when he tells me to do it, don't ask any questions, give him money when he tells me to, pay for everything without question, let him drive when and where he wants to, then we COULD get along great, but because I am a an impossible fucking controlling bitch who doesn't do what I am told, it is all my fault that we can't get along. WOW!!! Isn't he an interesting person, to say the least.
Last week Monday, I knocked on his bedroom door and opened it, he called me a fucking bitch when I opened the door because it accidentally hit him. So, I shut the door and walked away. I came back, knocked on it again, he said yeah, but I didn't open it because I didn't want to be called a fucking bitch again. He then said, "Why didn't you open the fucking door bitch when I said yeah?" I just handed him $20 for gas money and told him he can put $15 worth in and that he is to give me back $5 in change. He said I was a rude fucking bitch.
When we move out, I am not having any television, DirecTV, internet, TIVO, or any comforts that he is used to having here at the house. I am not going to engage him and talk to him and I will just go about my business until he graduates, then I will throw him out. I will give him 1 month to find someplace to live, but he can't stay with me because like he said, I am a fucking bitch. And after all these years of his verbal abuse, now that I won't be under my parent's roof, I am about to show him how much of a fucking bitch I can be. When he doesn't have my parents to run to, where is he going to turn to? I don't yell back at the MENTALLY CRAZY child because I am trying to keep the peace. He can take the car, but the moment he doesn't have his share of the money for his car insurance, I will take his name off of my policy and he won't be driving it. I will report the car stolen and he won't ever be able to become a cop like he wants.
I have had it with this mental case. I am tired of everything he has put me through. I don't know if I could ever forgive him even if he dared to ask. He is my son, I do love him, but until he truly straightens himself out, we won't ever have a relationship because of him. And if I have to go to my grave without ever speaking to him again, so be it. I know in my heart that I gave my all to him so that he could have a good life. I think I gave too much and that is my only regret.
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