He broke my mini computer...He punched it acting out something he saw on tv. I am so utterly broken as a spirit right now. I have been crying for over an hour. I sent him to his room right away, and he's stayed there all night, only two hours, and I just cannot believe he destroyed yet another thing I loved. I am so close to giving up on making this work. I just don't care anymore...So numb it's not even funny. WHy does my life have to stink so bad?