This is just a cry from a very tired heart. Apparantly I am sick and disgusting and an object of hate and contempt for being angry that the 15 year old spent 24 hours + out this weekend (party/ sleepover/ football/ fA cup watching with friends/ time at girlfriends) and then informed me that he had no time to visit his grandmother today (lives a fair way off and thinks sun shines out of his backside) as he had to revise for GCSE exams next week. Informed me in no uncertain terms that he had planned his weekend and it was his choice and called me the above (audibly on mobile whilst complaining loudly about me to girlfriend).
Am I stupid to feel so hurt and crushed? Or to have tried to insist that he should come with me (he didn't) and to manage his time more reasonably? Or to suggest (and this is the "sick" part) that life isn't actually that much about choices (or usually only difficult ones).