Why does my three-and-a-half-year-old son seem to hate me?
This just kills me a little inside each day... My son is 3 and a half years old and ever since he learned to voice his own opinion (at around a year and a half), he virtually wants nothing to do with me. For example, we woke up this morning like we always do (lol), I came out to the living room where he and his dad were and said good morning and kissed him on the cheek, then hopped into the shower while his dad got him cereal. I got ready for work, and came out to say bye and he wouldn't look at me, wouldn't give me hugs and kisses like he does every morning and wouldn't even say love you, bye, or anything...
I figured it would pass by days end... (his dad is on EI and is home all day and I work full time... Our son still goes to daycare during the day as he enjoys it so much and his gramma owns it and he loves spending time with his gramma...
Anyway... so I get home from work and nobody is home yet. I go have a smoke and call his dad and ask where they are... They had stopped to get gas and at the grocery store and then would head home... So when they got home I went outside to help grab things, and my son says... Mama, come wake me up... So I think he's in a good mood... I walk over to the car door to get him out, open the door and my son does nothing but scream at the top of his lungs - "go away, close my door, no, daddy! No, daddy!" and then starts swinging to punch and hit me...
So I immediately say - "we don't hit, that's not nice...." So I ask him what I did to make him grumpy and the swinging starts again... So his dad comes to get him out of the car 'cause he won't let me... So we all go inside and put the groceries away, my son starts asking for snacks, and we are about to start supper, so his dad says, "no you can have it after supper if you eat your supper," yadda yadda...
By this point my son is crying hysterically, screaming... So I say, its OK honey, you'll be OK, supper will be soon.. and he freaks out again... He walked into the kitchen where his dad was and clings onto his leg yelling uppy uppy... And his dad wouldn't because he was being mean to me... But he wouldn't give up. I just looked at my son with a sort of "come n cuddle it away" gesture, but he just freaks out again and tries to hit me...
That brings us to now where I am typing this. This was just today... This happens at least 5 to 6 times a week for like 2 years now... I've tried everything! And it breaks my heart... He is my world but he won't let me be really... I'm not suicidal or anything and don't mean this in a death sort of way but, it seems as if I wouldn't be around, life would be better for him... I don't know like move to a different place and see him when he wants to... I won't do it but that's what it feels like... I cry everyday about it...
I'm 26 and my mum passed away before my son was born, otherwise she'd be the first person I went to, but I'm at my ropes end metaphorically and can't take this anymore... Help, please.