I slept till 6 am, that is late for me, after going to bed at 11 pm.. My step son woke me, quite rudely, to tell me his bike had a flat tire. He bikes to school. I took him to school, and reassured him that I would take his bike to the repair shop. Strangely, he asked me if anything was wrong. He is a special needs kid, special emotional and thought needs, and he has an explosive temper. It seems to me that, he expresses outwardly, what his mother will express, inwardly. I think he is healthier than his mom, in that regard. Still, it hurts because I'm the focus of his hatred when he is irrational, and his words tear my heart. "Goodbye makes the journey harder still..."-Cat Stevens. Oh well, " we are dancing on this Earth for only a short while..."-Cat Stevens. Thanks