And the cycle continues.

Tried for 20 years to look after my son, to feed and provide, to listen to his struggles and try to help him grow so he could move on. He thanked me by calling me the most horrible names and wishing death on me. <br><br>For years he held resentment for me sleeping with his mother, who I also look after in total.<br><br>Today he became violent with his mother, for the first time. God forbid, I am proud of his strength and resilience.