squirdle, don't be deluded, my 15 year old was nice, very, very nice, but one morning he came downstairs and that was the last we "saw" of the delightful 15 year old until he was 17, then he came back again... ( metaphorically speaking, he was here all the time) such a charming young man now, but the 'wilderness years' can be hell.
People never imagine that it can happen to them, my dear sis was so grateful hers were at boarding school, when she saw and heard my son in teenage mode.
I was talking to my mother this morning about the Julie M and her son issue, and asked her whether my brother had been awful, no he wasn't, it was 20 years ago, things were so different, children are too often treated as equals and we forget they are the child and we are the parent. We are not their friends, until much later in life.
I think today's teenagers are a product of our consumer society, they have everything they want, but they want more and they want it on their terms, NOW!
Franticma, I feel for you, it is so tough. It's only when they leave and have to fend for themselves that they realise what they had, on a gilt edged plate.
My DS ( travelling the world) often texts and says, I just cooked so and so, it didn't taste like yours, something is missing.....I think it must be my mothers love! They come back in the end, but it is rough for a while. Just tell him that you love him, you might not like him very much at the moment or the person who he has become, but that you will always love him. I found saying that often got through.
I know how it hurts.