Someone lend me some tweezers, so I can pluck my hair out one strand at a time!

It's gone! My sanity, it's gone! My youngest son is part monster, I swear. Don't get me wrong. I love him so much!! I'd do anything for him. And when he's sweet, he's soooooooooooooooo sweet. But when he's bad. He is completely rotten! He destroys EVERYTHING! I'm posting here, because if no one is going to give a shit, at least I can type out a ton of stuff and get it out of my system. Don't have to worry about those stuck up wives who try to act like their life is perfect. Sorry, I don't fix my problems by spending all my husbands money, or drinking myself into a coma every night after the kids go to bed. So while you're busy pretending your better than me, and you have more class, I'll be the wife who's husband ISNT ashamed of them. I'm tired of having to pretend like everything is fine, and I'm ok. No, I'm not OK. The one person who completely gets me, and listens, and helps me get through stuff, is never home. Yeah, we're almost done with this deployment, but it doesn't help me now. I'm tired of wearing all the hats, and doing it all alone. So anyway, back to my son. I just had 2 rooms painted. We're getting ready to sell the house, and it needed to be done. So what does he do?? A WEEK after the walls in his room are painted, he scratches one of them up with a toy. This was after I put him in there for a time out for not eating, and throwing his food everywhere. Also, after I took the toy away, he proceeds to rip more of his already destroyed blinds apart. Oh. My. GOD! When the hell does it end?! Oh wait, it doesn't. It just moves into other issues as they get older. I love my kids I love my kids I love my kids.