mariahhgrim
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This was last night. I picked him up from his father’s family on Monday morning after he was quarantined there for two weeks. (He was sick and so were the other family members.)
We have a small apartment, but I have a huge office. I have his Xbox set up in one of the office rooms that I use as a kitchenette/ break room / storage. Since he’s doing online school now due to covid, I wanted to make this spare office conducive to learning/ his personal space. All day I spent moving boxes out to another storage area, setting up a desk for him, and even decorated it for him with some of his favorite figurines, posters, my grandpa’s antique baseball stuff, etc. All this with no help, and a half ass job if he did do anything, which was hardly anything, if at all.
After a loooong tired day, we ended up leaving the office at 1 am. (I’m a tax accountant and it’s tax season.). My son practically spent the whole day playing video games. During the afternoon, my mother stopped by to bring me a birthday cake (bday was a few days ago), brownies and pizza. This kid ended up eating almost two whole pizzas and all of the brownies without asking/offering the last few to any to anyone else. He knows better than that. And during this time I was working in my office and hadn’t realized he had done that. But he knows better.
Anyway, after I was finally tidied up and ready to go, I kindly asked him to clean up his mess of empty bottles and trash on the floor. He whined and whined about everything...putting his sweater on, cleaning up, putting his shoes on, anything and everything. I didn’t mention that for years he has found it entertaining to make my head to spin (I’m working on not letting him affect my peace). I held my patience as long as I could, until I saw one of my cell phones sitting on the coffee table... a cell phone I carefully tucked away in my bags. He very well knows not to go into my bags/purse period, and to not touch my phone without my permission. (In the past he’s hacked into my phone, changed the restriction settings on his phone, and lied about it.). Bottom line, he’s lost my trust and is not allowed to touch my phone.
That was my last straw. I told him that he was losing his phone privileges for ONE day. He went into a complete rage, and threw a two year old like tantrum even through he’s over 6ft tall going on 14. Throwing himself on the floor, kicking, yelling, crying, the works. He then he leaves angrily and sits in the car. As I’m walking to my car, I’m carrying two heavy bags and a bunch of empty card board box trash. Did he help me? Of course not. As I’m putting the stuff in the car, he screams at the top of his lungs, “I hate you you fcking bitch. Fck you n*gga.” (And no, we aren’t black). Even if we were, still
. This is the third huge tantrum since I picked him up Monday morning.
I was a teen parent and have continuously worked to better my life, mental health, physical health, to be a good role model, provide a safe, loving, stable home with routine. But today I really don’t want to be a parent. I’m drained. Thanks for listening! Hope you all have a wonderful day.
We have a small apartment, but I have a huge office. I have his Xbox set up in one of the office rooms that I use as a kitchenette/ break room / storage. Since he’s doing online school now due to covid, I wanted to make this spare office conducive to learning/ his personal space. All day I spent moving boxes out to another storage area, setting up a desk for him, and even decorated it for him with some of his favorite figurines, posters, my grandpa’s antique baseball stuff, etc. All this with no help, and a half ass job if he did do anything, which was hardly anything, if at all.
After a loooong tired day, we ended up leaving the office at 1 am. (I’m a tax accountant and it’s tax season.). My son practically spent the whole day playing video games. During the afternoon, my mother stopped by to bring me a birthday cake (bday was a few days ago), brownies and pizza. This kid ended up eating almost two whole pizzas and all of the brownies without asking/offering the last few to any to anyone else. He knows better than that. And during this time I was working in my office and hadn’t realized he had done that. But he knows better.
Anyway, after I was finally tidied up and ready to go, I kindly asked him to clean up his mess of empty bottles and trash on the floor. He whined and whined about everything...putting his sweater on, cleaning up, putting his shoes on, anything and everything. I didn’t mention that for years he has found it entertaining to make my head to spin (I’m working on not letting him affect my peace). I held my patience as long as I could, until I saw one of my cell phones sitting on the coffee table... a cell phone I carefully tucked away in my bags. He very well knows not to go into my bags/purse period, and to not touch my phone without my permission. (In the past he’s hacked into my phone, changed the restriction settings on his phone, and lied about it.). Bottom line, he’s lost my trust and is not allowed to touch my phone.
That was my last straw. I told him that he was losing his phone privileges for ONE day. He went into a complete rage, and threw a two year old like tantrum even through he’s over 6ft tall going on 14. Throwing himself on the floor, kicking, yelling, crying, the works. He then he leaves angrily and sits in the car. As I’m walking to my car, I’m carrying two heavy bags and a bunch of empty card board box trash. Did he help me? Of course not. As I’m putting the stuff in the car, he screams at the top of his lungs, “I hate you you fcking bitch. Fck you n*gga.” (And no, we aren’t black). Even if we were, still
. This is the third huge tantrum since I picked him up Monday morning.I was a teen parent and have continuously worked to better my life, mental health, physical health, to be a good role model, provide a safe, loving, stable home with routine. But today I really don’t want to be a parent. I’m drained. Thanks for listening! Hope you all have a wonderful day.
thank you 
we’re mixed white and Hispanic. We live in Long Beach CA. His school has predominantly black students and his friends are mostly black kids. I’m sure he hears it all the time. They play basketball together and play video games online on their headsets. But that’s no excuse.