There's debate on whether or not my child is naughty. Regardless, he makes me miserable. I'm so anxious about the issue that I've thought horrible thoughts. He went to my parents house with my sisters for a few days and I have not missed him. When I called to see if it was okay the my husband picked him up late after work, they said he had been fine and that all he needs is attention. What they don't understand that he needs attention 24/7 to be content. The way they talk to me, makes me feel as if they don't believe me. I feel like I'm being blamed for the problem. I try so hard to let the boy go play with other kids, and he gets sent home. I take him to the store with me, and he has meltdowns. I try to color with him, and he breaks his crayons. I try to read to him, and he tears up books. I'm not even going to go into all the details about how bad he is. It's not important. I know part of parenting is feeling like YOU are the problem. But it hurts. It really hurts. I am just thankful that my husband is on my side. He knows how bad the child can be. I'll try my best to give him more attention when he gets home, but I am not even ready for him to come home tonight. I don't miss him. I resent him. Its hard for me to love him. That's horrible, and it makes me feel so guilty. I feel so alone. I deleted my facebook because I feel like I even have to keep my emotions inside there. I can't vent without someone giving me a smart *** comment. I sometimes wish God had made me infertile. Now, I just have to come here to vent. At least no one here will give me a smart *** response. They'll just keep their negative thoughts to themselves.