I spent the majority of July in Radio Silence. I didn’t do much posting. There was a very simple reason for that, and that reason still exists. I’m exhausted. I feel beaten down and depressed.
Life with Norton is wearing me down. For a while, I was able to make jokes about how we were getting into the Stockholm Syndrome portion of parenting a difficult child: I’d begun to sympathize and bond with my captor. We’re slipping out of that wonderful ability to tolerate his nonsense. I’d rather spend my days in bed hiding, avoiding my son. [Read more…]