It’s very hard...especially when the Others get in the way. (I call them “Others” because we are that way)...we are constantly accused of being inconsistent. I say bad and ground... then another fronts and says it ain’t that bad...then he’s let off.

I’m so scared of confusing the child.....but he’s 19 now....and knows how to play us even though he didn’t know about the multiple parts till a year ago or so.

We are also bipolar and poor kid....I know we were just awful.

But he still lives here and doesn’t hold that much of a grudge...so I guess I have a good kid at heart. Feeling like crying.... for what I don’t really know.