This is the painting on a rock outside of our local ASPCA shelter that I dropped of a donation of some old towels, rugs and a toddler blanket.
It is sort of apropos as this morning was sort of WW3 with my son after I got on his case about not bringing up the trash can from the curb after being reminded and after his Dad loaned him money an it was one of the few requests he had. If I had called my Mom the names he called me and the things that he said, I would have never said and I would have been ashamed of myself if I did. We have tried talking to him before that he has not been the same person he was before he had the accident and had a concussion before but he denies that is a problem.
He was going to move out but I had to ask him to come back and said I would leave as his Dad needed him now. I know he would regret it the rest of his life if something happened to his Dad and he left in a fit on anger and hate. It is hard to love a child that is evil toward you, but I pray he will have a walk with our Lord every day and his heart will be changed.