"I don't want that freak to go to a school full of freaks!" Yelled my boyfriend.
"He-he'll be out of our hair for most of the year." I replied quietly.
He considered it for a moment. "No."
"It, isn't really your decision to make, is it?" I said, starting to get angry, "He's MY, son, not yours!"
He slapped me across the face. "I'll hear nothing more of this, okay? He can go to the damn school if I hear nothing of it!"
"Thank you." I replied quietly, my face still stinging.
"Now," He said, calmer now, "What's for dessert?"