I have always been a really crap Mother to my son, he is 13 now and talks to me like shit.
We cannot seem to have a reasonable conversation, one or other of us always gets snappy and sarcastic and offends the other.
At which point I give up and separate myself from him. It is incredibly painful to be confronted with my failure staring me in the face.
He is an unhappy lonely boy and I know it is because of me that this is so. I could not cope with him when he was little - I did not really understand the things he did not understand IYKWIM.
I thought he was naughty and bad when he was just a toddler and did not know right from wrong. I was too harsh and critical.
I know it's too late to fix it and just don't know how I can ever come to terms with it.