This is my youngest, T. My baby boy. Probably more spoiled than the others (if you ask them). T. has some major anger issues going on and I don’t know how to “fix” him or them.
Tonight, he and his brother were in our bedroom with me, playfully ribbing each other and just generally screwing around like two brothers are prone to do. Within about 2 minutes though – the ribbing and playing changed to uncontrollable anger and a knock down drag ‘em out fight between the two of them.
T. threw the first punch because apparently J. said something he didn’t take in the playful manner it was meant. There was a few seconds of scuffling back and forth and more punches being thrown between the two of them (and connecting) before I was finally able to pull them apart and get T. into his bedroom. I was holding his upper arms to keep him from going back after J. – and he was screaming obscenities (words I didn’t even realize he knew mind you!) and trying to fight ME and pull away and landed a few kicks to my shins before I was finally able to get him to calm down a fraction and let me hold him for a minute.
Quite frankly – he scared the shit out of me. When he was fighting me and screaming, it was as though he was a completely different person. This was NOT the little man I’ve raised for the past 10 years – this was some crazed psychopath maniac for a few moments before I got him to the point where I could talk to him and he would hear me. He constantly screams after a fight (with anyone in the family):
- “I hate my life”
- “Everybody hates me”
- “I wish I were dead”
- “I wish (insert name) would just f___ing die and get out of my life”