I've posted before about my unusual situation. Today is my sons 12th birthday. He wanted to spend it with friends, so didn't want me to go round to see him. He has presents from me, which he hasn't thanked me for. My father is not bothered by this. It sounds a little thing, but my own father treats me like shit, and my son is learning how to treat me from him. He fell off his bike yesterday, not wearing a helmet, no one listens when I'm bothered by that. I've just been sat here crying and thinking that he's lovely, but I hate the situation I am forced to live under, and if I knew how it would end up, I wouldn't have had him. Then I feel guilty and just so awful. But I feel like a child under my fathers control. I'm almost 40, and I am wishing my life away, counting the years til it's over