I am so sad today! :-(

Well my son just came here(MY WORK) wanting money. Even after recieving 100 dollars for his birthday in the past 2 days. I said he couldn't have any and he flipped out. Thank god no one was here except for some old lady outside. Anyway, He said "Fuck you" over and over to me. This is really killing me and I know he doesn't care. His girlfriend has been in my house now for about two weeks maybe longer. She pays no rent. Neither of them are working, but they see nothing wrong with eating my food, using my electric, using the water.. I have been good to my son. I paid his car insurance this month because he lost his job....and he just treats me like Sh**. It really hurts and it is really upsetting. No one cares, no one helps. I told him the girl needs to go and no one listens. I'm really at a lost here. Do I call the police and have them both removed? I don't want to have to go to that, but I think he is leaving me no choice. He destroyed the door to his room, first punching his fist threw the door then later kicking it right off the hindges. I rent the house and don't really have the money to keep paying for everything he damages. He really needs to go out on his own now because he is detroying the bond between us. He did it before and he was sent away for his actions. I don't trust him and I don't trust her. They lie, steal and I DO NOT deserve it. I am back to sleeping with my keys, and I keep what is important to me in my car. I do not want to live like this anymore. I need the strength to get threw this time. He starts his new job July 7th, which is 5 days from now. Its over an hour away, and I don't see how he can go back and forth. He claimed he was moving out when he turned 18. Well he's 18 and I Do have the right to kick him out. NO ONE deserves to be treated like sh** by their own child. This pain he is inflicting on me is unbareable. And he doesn't care. He abuses me verbally, he speaks to me with total disrespect. I just don't understand why he has to be so mean to the one person who has stood by him threw it all. I was there for everything, from birth to stitches, to suicide attempts to drug overdoses, to rehabs and Northwestern Academy. There were many times I didn't want to be there, where he wore me down to the ground. Where I felt like I didn't have anymore to give. Like I would die if I gave anymore of me to this person who looks at me as if I am the biggest piece of sh** on the earth. This person is my son. I gave him birth,I sang to him everynight "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey, you'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away" I nurtured him when he had colic and cried for hours at a time, I taught him to use the potty chair, and to swim, and to ride a bike. I went to his nursery school plays, and cleaned up his cuts and bruises. I was there as he got his stitches in his hand at age 3.5 when I was pregnant and Daddy left us there to go back to work. Even though I almost fainted at the sight of the needles being put in the cut I stayed there by his side and told him "everything will be ok, Mommy is here". I was there the day he cut open his lip and needed stitches.I was with him when he needed surgery on a body part that only men/boys have, he was in pain but I was there with him and for him. I was there the day he got into the car accident and his head was split open, and I held his hand while they stitched his head. I was by his side when we went to the lawyer to get justice for what had happened. I was there everytime the police called to tell me my son was doing SOMETHING wrong, whether it be underage drinking, cutting school, vandalism. YOU NAME it, he did it. I was there the night his friends dropped him off and he was O'Ding from doing Coricindin and god knows what. The same night I realized he pawned my diamond ring. I sat by his side the entire time watching him with charcoal coming out his mouth in hopes it would absorb the drugs inside him so his liver would not die off. I was there the night he slashed his wrist when his girlfriend upset him and I had to leave a company Christmas party to rush to the hospital. I have paid many fines for him, and gone to court over and over and over for things he has done wrong, to others, himself and to me. I, Maria Webb, Matthews mother was there. Was anyone else? NO. But who does he abuse? who does he disrespect? who does he hurt every chance he gets? Me, Maria...His Mother. If you can only imagine the pain in my heart. It is obvious in the tears in my eyes. The ache in my heart. This is how I feel today.