I made a nice chicken dinner one night, but son wanted subway. He got so angry, chased me down. I locked myself in my room and he went right through my bedroom door tearing the door right off the door frame. His door is right off his bedroom and then the bathroom door just fell off....my step father helped me fix my door and the frame..my eldest son fixed the bathroom door..
as for sons room, I have cleaned and painted many times. I have thrown things out. He's down to a bed and dresser now. No the dresser never gets used! The floor however does..there's garbage all over the place Again! There's holes in the walls Again! And no door to shut it out...he tried kicking in the back door ( main door of home) now I can see the outside from the inside of the house as there's cracks in the door. I can't afford to get a new door yet...he punched out the storm door window. I'm told from councillors and Doctors to walk away from the violence and lock myself in a room, but he still gets me when he wants too...he doesn't beat me up, but he gets his point across that there is no getting away.
So, yeah..cleaning this house is a great reminder as to what life has been about over the years..I guess that's why I wake up and leave...or sit in a room that is clean by myself.