Yesterday.
Usually, I think 'At least we had a nice day' (Things turned to crap when we got home at 4) but I'm struggling with this one.
The things that he did to me, I'm struggling to not think that these are done on purpose out of pure hatred.
The thing that I'm missing is that this is a child who hates his mum. No amount of parenting courses or asking the Senco to help, are going to change the fact that he hates me.
But what now?
This is a new low for us.
I was spat on, had snot pulled out of his nose & rubbed all over my face, had poo pulled out of his bum & rubbed over my face, was wee'd on, had my hair pulled, my arms were numb from being whacked with wood, water poured down the front of my dress, feet stamped on, bitten.
He jumped up & down on my back & neck as I sat on the floor outside his room.
I couldn't get away. Can't close his bedroom door properly. He's smashed holes in it & keeps trying to smash his bedroom window.
I can't move because he will go for his sister. I took her once with me as I was desperate for a wee. He charged downstairs (front door was triple locked) & grabbed a packet of batteries & turned the oven on & flung stuff everywhere. Threatened to eat the batteries. I got them back from him as he beat the crap out of me.
I'd sat outside my son's bedroom & helped my daughter make something for tea, in between beatings. She spent most of the time in the garden, enjoying being up this late.
I called his dad & told him that he needs to come & take my son.
I stayed where I was for the next 2 hours whilst he drove. And my son carried on.
I put his sister on speaker phone with their dad as he drove, & she loved this. Carried it all over the house chatting. My son never got near her.
When his dad arrived, he tried to take my daughter. I shouted at him that I need my son away from me. My hair is crispy with snot & spit. I have poo streaks down my face. He can't leave us like this.
He took my son. It was 9pm. I gave my son his favourite teddy as he kicked & screamed his way out of the door. So that he has that. I don't want him to be upset.
I cried for a while. Sat there in the hallway. Huge sobs. My dress & cardigan are both ripped. My poor baby. I still love him.
My daughter came to me & asked 'Why are you sad? He's gone now.'
She got extra TV, milkshake, & biscuits whilst I pulled myself together & had a shower. We then had big cuddles & extra books before a (very late) bedtime.
She is ok. He never got near her. Physically. I know that she isn't ok emotionally. None of this is ok.
Where her bed is in my room, the sun comes through in the morning. She's currently having cuddles there with the cat.
I have a son who hates me & I've failed him.
I don't know what to do or who to call. I don't know how to fix this situation.
I want him to be ok. I want him to be happy. He deserves better than me. They both do.
Nobody needs to answer this. I just don't know what to do.