I began to feel like a failure as a mother and he was getting under my skin.
Feeling this way is so common but unwarranted. I also felt like such a failure as a mother. So many questions of "what did I do wrong?" It took me time but I was able to navigate my through it. Instead of focusing on what I did wrong, I changed my focus to what I did right. I gave my son a stable and loving home to grow up in. My husband and I set an example of a strong work ethic. We had dinner every night as a family. We went to church every Sunday. Yup, pretty "normal". I came to realize that I did not fail as a mother. I did the very best I could.
My son, for his own reasons made a choice to rebel against us starting at a very young age. We sought out family counseling, we tried so hard to help our son see that he was headed down a very dark path. Nothing we did made any difference.
I'm long into this journey with my son. It's not easy but I can tell you that you can move on from this. You can live your life and be happy.