After I did he laundry, made him jello & cookies ... we end up in a big fight over FMS. Then he refused to lock the door on his way out forcing me to have to get up ... then he yelled at me ... good luck finding a place to live. My Dad owns the house I live in so apparently I am going to be kicked out since I won't kiss butt. They do not believe I am ill. I am in tears now ... just when I was starting to feel better. My son says 90% of my problem is pyschological. I invited him to do to the Neuro with me on Mar 1 and he refused. I told him I HATE HIM ... and I DO.