Middle Boy refused to go to bed tonight, because he didn't have time to plan his outfit.  He was still up at midnight.  He was wandering around the house and causing a commotion so no one else could sleep.

He was screaming at me for not respecting his wishes and for not caring about anything he wanted.  At one point he wrote me a letter telling me I am a liar like every other foster parent he has ever had.  That he has done nothing, but keep his word and try and it just isn't good enough for me.

He told me to just put in my two week notice for him tomorrow morning, but to let them know it was "all on me" for making his life a miserable joke.  I could just stop talking to him all together because "all that ever comes out of my mouth is lies and more lies".

I just went to bed.  I am done being verbally abused.  That is what it has become.  A nightly barrage of verbal abuse about how I am not doing anything right as a parent.  It is exhausting and I'm done listening.