It started while I was at work.

Middle Boy couldn't get his debit card to work.  It escalated quickly.  Very quickly. 

He was threatening.  He was angry.  He was mean.  He was talking about how I didn't give a s*** about the abuse he endured and how I thought it was a joke.  How I didn't know what he had gone through and I was a lying f***ing b****. 

It continued on for a couple of hours.

Then...just as quickly as it started....it was over.

Draining for sure.  For both of us.