Well… an update. I don’t have many words. Gravity never ceases to amaze me with the utter bullshit his delusions can drum up.

He makes me fucking tired. And yeah, he brings me down (hence the apt nickname).

So, here ya go…

So yeah… apparently, he still has no idea what it was like to raise an autistic child with sensory issues, despite having him for a whole year now. And, rather than actually being a parent and having him do things in HIS best interests (such as drinking lots of water,  taking regular baths/showers, and continuing his anxiety medication), he lets him do whatever HE wants… 🙄

*le sigh*

I worry so much for The Son, but I’m powerless at this point. He’s a legal adult and I can’t force him to do anything.

So, I cried a lot last night, in The Boyfriend’s arms.