I have an 8 year old whom I love more than any single thing on this planet. I hate to see him hurt. Tonight in a confrontation between me and my sons friends parent I think I just ruined his friendship. Not because I was being a Bitch, all I asked is that my neighbors son respect my sons belongings. No screaming, no cussing (on my part anyway), no hateful tones (once again on my part). To make a reallllllly long story short (atleast short enough not to take an entire page), my sons friends came over. They are brothers and like brothers they fight. Well, they got into a fight and the one brother (the not so normal one) left my house screaming I hate you faggots and then slamming my door. I called my son and his other friend to me and asked what was going on, I was then told that my sons XBox controller was thrown against a wall because the boy that left lost in a race. Nothing more. Simple poor sportsmanship in a game. I let them go play while I went next door. I asked the boy that went home to please not throw my sons belongings because should anything get broken I have to replace it. I also told him I have no problems with him coming over to play because my son enjoys playing with him. It was simple kid stuff. I also told him that he could come to me if he was having a problem so that I could diffuse any fights before they start. Not good enough for this kids dad apparently. He doesn't even look up from his video game and says "Brendan, you are not allowed to fucking play over there ever again". I stated that it wasn't an argument between my son and his, just one between him and his brother. He, once again didn't even look at me, he just said "no, Brendan can just fucking stay here". He said it in a way that made me feel guilty or like I wasn't handling the situation the way he wants (if that was the case, he'd have me just shut up and deal with it, not ever gonna happen). I know that I am not in the wrong here. I understand kids argue, but when it comes down to treating my sons property with no respect I can't have that. But once again invited Brendan back over to play. I left and 5 minutes later Brendan is at my door with a cocky little attitude saying that his brother has to come home. I already know what this means because I know their dad more than I care to. He isn't allowed to come back over to play. This wouldn't be a problem if I didn't live in a neighborhood where children are scarce. Unfortunately, these two kids are the only ones really around. Now my Son is upset because he can't play with his friends and I'm not about to go into detail for him as to why (their father is miserable and selfish and has no intentions of ever caring for his kids more than himself). I just feel so fucking horrible. On top of this situation I get to deal with these neighbors constantly at my door asking for favors. They've used my washer and dryer almost daily for almost 6 months until I finally just got pissed off (no, I was not getting any compensation, yes I was essentially paying all of the utilities to run my washer/dryer). They ask to borrow my car and when I say no I am the fucking devil. I am the biggest Bitch the world has ever known. They will ask for rides, which I give them. They ask me to babysit until all hours of the night and then pay me $10 for the whole deal, which I'd rather do just so 2 10 year olds aren't home by themselves until 4 in the morning. They've even had their cordless phone plugged into one of my phone jacks because their phone was disconnected and proceeded to answer my phone on the first ring, every time (and I wasn't getting any messages, which is the least they could have done). And yet I still get treated like shit. As a matter of fact, I was out until 3am last night because their shit vehicle broke down. Then this morning again I was out all day helping them get their car towed back to their place. I feel like nothing is good enough for these people. If something goes wrong for them, they treat me like shit because whatever happened to them didn't happen to me. I keep doing what I do because one day I just might need a favor (God forbid) and like I already know they will have an excuse as to why they cannot help me and I will know it isn't because I haven't shown courtesy to them, it will be because they are truly selfish people. Him way moreso than her. Sorry for the long ass rant here. I do plan on moving in January, even if it means resorting back to an apartment complex. Unfortunately January is still too far off to have any peace of mind now. For me and my Son.