It makes me feel sick. Like physically nauseous. When my friends see my child with his dad and talk about how good he is with him. How my son goes to him when he is upset. How he's comfortable with him. And tell me not to worry. The part where my son comes home and tells me his dad shouts at him, when his dad let's him down, tells people he wishes I would die etc etc. Not to mention my son was born from rape, where I said no and I just lay there and silently cried whilst he had sex with me. But no, it's not possible that he's just putting on a front when he's at birthday parties, or school events. He's wonderful. I just hate it. So much.