So....

Today as I was in the kitchen getting my dinner, my son (the little angel) walks in. I happen to sigh and he turns to me and tells me to shut the fuck up. He continues to say, " I am fucking tired of all your bullshit and I want you to just shut the fuck up, do you hear me? I am fucking tired of your fucking sighing when I am around. " I did not respond. Instead, I grab my dinner plate and I walk out of the kitchen. I can't wait until he graduates so I don't have to see or talk to him. I don't think I can't talk to him again until he grows up. I can't take it. He makes me miserable. I sometimes wish I never gave birth to him.