I did not have a good afternoon yesterday. My son called me from school wanting me to pick him up at soon as possible. I work night shift, so I got ready for work, went to the school, left my cell phone at home, and he was not waiting for me. I circled the school several times, but he was no where to be found. I got stressed, and I started having flashbacks. I left campus to use a phone at a place of business, he picked up and told me he just finished having his meeting. I was not happy...needless to say everything went down hill...we got into an argument when I picked him up,and he screamed that he is so sick of me getting stressed out. I try so hard, but the flashbacks are horrible. I hate feeling this way, and I can't help but think that I am a terrible parent and I will always be alone. Who wants to live with someone who has PTSD?! I wish they just go away! :wall: