I hate the thought of things with my son becoming like Darth Bane described.

Son and I used to talk all the time about all kinds of topics. I know it's normal to start pulling away from your mom and becoming your own person, and he started this around 18. But it has really increased in the last year and a half. Now we're to the point where I have to ask for a hug, he acts like it is a big deal, and he doesn't start conversations with me unless he wants something.

I don't want us to end up with him treating me the way he treats my mom. He won't talk to her at all. They used to be very close.

I probably did give him all kinds of grief when he was little because he had no idea what was wrong with me, and I spent most of his life unmedicated and out of therapy.

Several months ago, I told him about being bipolar. I kind of regret telling him, because that was about the time that he stopped speaking to me as freely as he had always done.

Now I only get to see him when the girlfriend is at work, and even then he would rather spend time alone in his room. I have to ask him several days in advance if he might be free on the next Sunday to go to lunch or coffee and then, once we go to lunch or coffee, it's almost entirely spent in silence.

I had trouble sleeping last night. Last time I looked at the time before going to sleep, it was 3:00 a.m. I woke up at 8:30 and now I don't know what to do with myself. I guess I'll get ready and go to church.

I'm not a Super Bowl person at all, but I was invited somewhere for the game to visit with the women while the men watch. I don't really feel like being around people, but it might be better than being alone, and I'm sure son will come back today to get more boxes that he left behind.

Thanks for the comments, everyone. It helps to think that there are a few people out there in the world pulling for me.