Well, I posted
once, and it's gone. I'll try again, but I'm pissed, so it'll be
the short version (ok, go ahead and breath a sigh of relief).
Mom was gracious enough to
let us go out for an hour tonight, although it wasn't planned in
advance. I promised we'd always plan in advance, but K and I had
miscommunication, so it was to be tonight. Mom (God bless her)
agreed, and I saw my best friend for an hour or so.
Brett's girlfriend broke up
with him. I hurt so bad for him. The problem is this:
he came home to an empty house. Damn latchkey working-mother
shit. He was so upset he punched a hole in the wall. I wish
I could be here for my kid's heartaches. I'm not. Damn.
Brett will patch and repaint
the wall, he knows we love him, and he will think more clearly in the
future (I hope). I love my home, and love my family. Brett,
there are other girls. Brett, there are other things to do.
Brett, I love you. You deserve better...you ARE better. You
rock. Patch my wall and move on. I love you.
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The trouble with sons is, you never know what they really feel. They tell you nothing. And, being a woman, you can't figure it out. Well, at least the next two are girls.... good luck.
Oh, gee, but it hurts to have your heart broke! God bless you as you try to 'be there' for Brett. - Barbara
Oh man... it must be a male thing to punch walls when you hurt inside. I've done it a few times, but never made an actual hole (maybe my wrists are too limp LOL).
Love ya.
Russ
Brett is a good kid and there will be other girlfriends. I'm sorry for his heartache. Chocolate helps. Or is that just a girl thing?
So sorry he is hurting.
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