It was a horrible day.  My son and I went my step-granddaughter's party.  My son acted like a complete brat.  I was surrounded by strangers and virtual strangers.  I'm not comfortable around people.  I started to go into a manic episode so I went outside.  I finally got a hold of my husband and told him what was going on.  He said he would be there.  I left with my son before he arrived.  I'm home and I still don't know if he's be at his granddaughter's party or not.

 The was a time in this country when family took priority.  When grandparents cherished their grandchildren.  Oh yeah, his son I adopted by my husband.  Maybe that's why the party wasn't important to him because the grandchildren aren't his biologically.

 It makes me mad that I have to do all the work.  I have to be around my son all the time and don't get days off.  I accept that as a mother.  I would just like a little help in high-stress situtations.  Instead I was just ignored.