Today started quite peacefully. The sun pop it's head out for a bit, my dh and ds (15) went to the footy, and I was at home pottering about with dd, while listening to R4....all good. They came home, I'd made lunch, still fine. Started talking about the football which swung round to ds and his knee pain. He wasn't playing for his team today, and had been wanting to sit out of PE recently because he'd convinced dh and I that he was really worried about an ACL issue. For context he'd mentioned it on and off this last few weeks and he always mentioned ACL. He studies pe for one of his GCSEs so knows a little bit about sports injuries etc. and was concerned about it going 'ping' and ruining pretty much his last year at school and everything that goes with that. Fine. I've booked him an appointment with a good sports physio - £65 which tbh we could do without, but we want to settle his mind and get him back to what he loves doing best and we didnt want to send him back into the arena for something to go wrong. Anyway, while we were chatting, I explained to dh that I'd googled ACL issues and that I wasn't sure that that was the issues as the associated symptoms always mentioned a 'popping sound and sensation' which ds had never mentioned. DS piped up with " I've never said ACL mum, i said MCL, there's all sorts of ligaments around there which can do the same damage ", I was taken a-back because he'd always been insistent that this was the issue, dh had also heard him say ACL. I'm not quite sure how it escalated but I just saw red and immediately went on the attack. I just couldn't believe that he was saying that I'd misheard him and he'd never ever said that. I called him a blatant liar, I went on to say he was manipulative and gaslighting me....it got worse....and I'm not proud.....I called him a sociopath!! He has form for being selfish and twisting situations for his benefit- dh had already thought that he wasn't keen on playing today's team because none of the lads were match fit due to cancelled training sessions (weather related) over the last few weeks, or not being able to play in his favourite position. Still no excuse for me as a mother to use this terminology against him. I've never unleashed a tirade like this on him before. He doesn't want to speak to me and has disappeared into his room. I am bereft. I have apologised to him for my behaviour without excuse. I went back in a second time sobbing and hugged him because it felt as though my heart would break out of my chest, he said nothing and just went rigid. Yes I know I sound pathetic, but I just want it to be right again...Can i say in my defence your honours, that i am very definitely in the throws of perimenopause and feel like I'm losing my mind anyway ...How's your day..ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜