Thank you friends. I am just at my wits end. H yelled at me for moving something in the garage, which I cleaned out for him to put his car in when he's here - I'm never allowed to touch anything of his. He also yelled at me earlier for cleaning up an old envelope I saw on the ground saying don't I dare touch anything of his, like I was supposed to know an old envelope meant anything. Then he yelled at S for dropping something accidentally on his toe.
I don't know what I'm going to do. First step is I'm finally coming out of denial about this. I want my son to have his father in his life, but this is so painful.
