We later discovered the reason for the rage: his mother, my sister, had molested him for years, and let her shack-up studs physically abuse him. Poor kid!
I’ve had custody, now, for eight years. He has been going through thereapy and has been home schooled. It will be tough going, but he’ll make it. It was not his fault, and I remind him of that every day, particularly that he is a good person. The bad people only win if they make him cruel like them. He’s one of the good guys.
That is so sad. If you can’t trust your parents, who can you trust?? God bless you, I know you’re doing a tough job.