The saying "That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger" comes to mind. And, often, I wish it would have just killed me and gotten it over with. Instead, I am one strong Bi-otch, as I'm told by my friends.
My H has told me from his own mouth that my strength frightens him. Sometimes, though, strength is not what is called for. I think softness and understanding are. I do not blame you one bit for your anger at your home this morning. I'd have cleaned up the pee with son's head as a mop. Your anger is understandable. Your son's reaction, normal teenager. Think back, teenage scenes such as this were not a rarity even when your H was home, were they?
Line from a movie, "There is no right or wrong, there's just Life. Go out there and Live It."
Just another day in paradise, Irish, we'll get through it together.
