Last weekend I had an angry verbal exchange with my son. I told him he is not good for my mental health. I also told him he is delusional. This was regarding something he told me a few weeks ago. I left the key (to my house) to let him know I am not coming back. To let him know that I have had enough. I can't do it. I can't help him with his delusional disorder. I am trying to help myself. My t mentioned something about me feeling grief over this situation and that she would help me work through it. I was so angry at the time I was talking to her I didn't think it would happen. So now a week later, while listening to my dog snore, I feel sadness, confusion, but not quite grief. So far I have done everything to not let that happen. Part of me wants to talk to him but that is how it has always been. I love my son