I don't even know what to do anymore. Son, I'm sorry.

The other day my son and I had an epic fight over his phone and my Minute Maid.<br><br>He took my Minute Maid out the freezer and put it in the fridge and I made a snide comment about it. He retorted that "nobody would know but nobody talks anymore. This house is not a home."<br><br>I felt bad and apologized but he slammed his door. He was the only child of two parents and two siblings left in our home. I never would have thought the infrastructure of my home was at such a breaking point.<br><br>His phone alarm went off at 6 A.M. and woke us all up. He was still not out and about. I made breakfast and I told him he needed to come down. He replied that he wasn't up to it. He said he'd eat something later.<br><br>He hobbled down about 30 minutes later. He looked as if he hadjust woken up and put a shirt on. I don't think he changed out of his boxers or anything. He had something in his hand and I blew my top.<br><br>"What in the world is THAT?" I said, my voice cracking.<br><br>"What are you talking about?" he replied, icing the side of his face.<br><br>"That! What is that? What did you do?" I said, huffing. My words just rumbled as I was so enraged.<br><br>"Looks like an oblong disc with an octagonal centre made of ice. You can buy them for $1.35 at your local drug store." He said, ruining what could have been a simple question with his smarmy, passive-aggressive answer.<br><br>"The hell it it!" I said, incredulous. "That man made disc is a minute maid and an ice octagon? Bullshit! It's a goddamn ice pack!" I said, incredulous.<br><br>This is when he screamed and flung the drink at the wall. It shattered, but I saw it was just the ice. It was the drink I gave him an oblong minute maid icing centre made of ice. I grew red with rage and it was as if the world around me was going at a slow pace.<br><br>I had no idea what to do. I wanted to get the drink. But my son had set the piece of shit drink on the counter and walked away.<br><br>But at that moment, I had an epiphany. I am sorry, son. I will do better. I will be the best mother I can be to you. I love you.