He turns 6. He's so big and so smart and so special. He's spoiled... he's the youngest and the only boy. How can he not be.
I've been calling my mother's house & cell all day. So have a few other people. It's evil of her not to pick up and allow us to wish him a Happy Birthday just because she resents us... and for no reason.
These days are not getting any easier and I still don't know what to do.