A breaking point.

Saturday night I was trying to get stuff together for the Bible class I teach. ShortStuff was all over me, wanting me to play. I tried to get him to play for a few minutes. Hyde sat in the kitchen on the laptop & didn't offer to help. ShortStuff tried talking him at another point & Hyde wouldn't even acknowledge him. I asked him to put pjs on ShortStuff & he made a big scene about having to leave working on his book.

Today ShortStuff was sick after we got home from lunch. He was screaming, had an accident in his pants for first time in over a year & was being quite challenging. After an hour I asked for help. I popped off about needing him to help me instead of sitting there pretending to work & not lifting a hand to help me with ShortStuff over past three days. I should have kept my mouth shut for several reasons.

Hyde got mad, started yelling, said he would just add writing to the list of things he can no longer do. He did finally lie down with us briefly to get ShortStuff to sleep. He was gone when we woke up. He did not leave a note, take his gym bag or even call to check on ShortStuff.

I decided to keep ShortStuff in since he was still having tummy troubles. About ten minutes before six, he came back home. He walked in & jerked the papers out of my hand. ShortStuff was standing there watching as he screamed how I didn't care about ShortStuff & from the time he was 6 weeks old I would have just left him anywhere that would have taken him just so I could have a career. I decided I couldn't take him doing this to us anymore so I picked up my phone to call 911. He started to take phone away & I said no I'm calling the police. He decided I was kicking him out because I had started to call 911. He started packing stuff.

I told him that if he would talk I would be glad to try to talk through stuff but I didn't want him screaming at me because for one thing ShortStuff always tries to bite him when he yells at me now. He kept trying to pack & i asked him not to leave & said look at who you are leaving besides just me. He screamed that I got a career & expected him to be the b1tch in the family. I put my hand on his chest & said look at your son, I do not want you talking like that in front of him. He said be sure to let police know I was hitting him. I promise all I did was put my hand on his chest. He shoved me out of the way & tried to leave. I tried to stop him by stepping in front of him & he fell while trying to get out door.

He yelled some more about how I didn't support his writing. (Never mind that I read through what he had written so far, offered comments, told him I would look up legal limits of doctor patient privilege.) He was still grabbing stuff & ShortStuff & I were following him. ShortStuff bit him pretty hard & Hyde went running out of the house screaming. He came back & grabbed the laptop. I tried to stop him by saying it was part of my tax return too that bought the laptop & that the car was in my name too. I don't know why I said that. Desperation?

ShortStuff has only asked a couple of things. I tried to explain that Daddy & I made some bad choices & shouldn't have been yelling. He asked about shoving & I just said that was another bad choice. God help us all.