Son and I got into it last night about his grades, especially Algebra. I wanted him to work on the problems he got wrong, but he refused. I let him sit there for a while, but I just got so infuriated. So I told him he’d sit there until 3am if he had to and it would continue each and every day theeafter and I’d make sure I was in his face to watch every little bit of his life and then we’d see how difficult I really can be.
It wound up to cussing and pushing each other. He finally sat down and tried to work the problems, but he didn’t know how to work them. I think all the refusals were really to cover up his lack of knowledge.
So I helped him try to understand it. He was still defiant by not looking, interrupting me, huge sighs and whining. I tried to stay calm but it was hard. Finally my daughter had to step in and show son what I was doing… and of course he listened to her.
This really bothers me. I know I made some bad moves last night. I’m so set on winning and not letting him get to me, but he does. And it makes me even more depressed each time I screw up with him and each fight we have. My failures with him are adding to my depression.

