Caring whether or not I'm on your bad side would mean I had something to fear. And I stopped being afraid of anything twenty three years ago. So pack your balls away, Witch. You're way out of your league. Biting the hand that feeds you is the stupidest move you could ever make.
The difference between me and you, is my son will always be my son. If he's behaving badly at 50 I'm not going to pause at putting him in check. My child doesn't need you to mother him, when you can't even mother your own.