Last night I had an argument with my teenage son and I realized I am deeply disappointed in him. I’m talking disappointment so deep that I could disown him. I love him and since the day he was born I have lived my life for him. I have chronic health problems and have always struggled with mental health issues and have battled hard to keep my head above water and stay alive for him. I have dragged my a** up out of bed and battled every single day to be here for him. I have argued with teachers and coaches to get him redos and extra game time (and guess what – his grades went up and he became one of the best players on the damn team once given the chance to actually play). He needed Monster Momma and has told me as much. He actually recently (as in last week) had a teacher ignore his medical bathroom pass and argue get in his face and tell him that his mother was rude to her and he said to her “if you want to see rude she can come down here”. But back to our argument. My heart broke. I broke. I have been disappointed in him before but not like this. This destroyed me. Then I became disappointed in myself because obviously I failed. Im done. Im basically crawling into a hole waiting to die now because I dont think I can bounce back from this level of broken.. Im just done. This morning my son is acting like nothing is wrong and the argument didnt happen but Im dead inside. He got up this morning, got ready for school, told me he loved me this morning on his way to the bus, like nothing was wrong..