I have three other teenagers.
I've also dealt with a teenage pregnancy this year.
Please don't think I have it easy.
I'm raising them alone, working two jobs just trying to keep the lights on and barely managing it.
He has punched holes in almost every wall in my home, lashes out constantly, speaks to us all in an aggressive tone.
If he can't find something, he'll knock something over, kick the pile of shoes, push a folded stack of washing over.......endless.
I'm doing up my hallway, last week the internet wasn't quick enough for him so he punched the plug socket, broke it, it had only been there a few days brand new.
He's broken every telly he's had.
I'm at my wits end with him.
Yesterday evening I spotted his school uniform in front of the washing machine, thought nothing of it as he might have PE today so wears his own gear in.
He comes down, asks me to write a note for no uniform, I said why, he says he got toothpaste on it.......the whole uniform?! No, just the leg, said he tried to get it out but couldn't. That will be a lie, he just can't be arsed.
I'm exhausted with life at the moment and the shit it's throwing at me.