Breaking up

My daughter announced a couple of weeks ago that she was getting close with my son’s girlfriend.

I went where mothers should never go. I started imagining a future of girls’ days with all of us giggling over new shoes and facials. I imagined holidays and new babies and all of us a big happy family of love and a long history of togetherness.

I jinxed it.

He got in the car the other day and said he was going to break up.

He was physically ill over the decision. He said there was nothing specifically wrong; he just didn’t want to be there anymore. “It would be so much easier if she would do something wrong.”

I totally get it.

I have dumped and been dumped because of a mysterious and sudden feeling of detachment.

When my high school boyfriend dumped me, I had pain in my heart that was so great I thought I needed an ambulance — not my figurative heart, the organ in  my chest.

I cried until I was cried out, and then I moped.

My son knows she’s wonderful; he knows he made her sad; and he’s in pain knowing he can’t offer comfort.

Maybe he’ll feel better in 15 years, when she, my daughter and I are out getting facials and buying shoes.

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7 Responses to “Breaking up”

  1. Jeremy A. Says:

    I do not understand love. So what did the Beatles mean when they said “all you need is love (…love is all you need…)”?

  2. Fred Bauman Says:

    Ah yes, he’s getting early into the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ stage of relationships. I have just one bit of advice, for you, not him. Be his mother, not his friend. Don’t give advice, give love and understanding. If he wants advice, have him call me.

  3. Gunky Says:

    NOOOOooo! she’s so fantastic. she’s my dream girl!
    I don’t get it.
    however, don’t have him call Fred, for god’s sake!

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    Its funny, even after the two months or so its been this story still makes me tear up. This time I wasn’t even trying to find it. I was just mindlessly looking through your stories looking for a good read and it popped up. I love you. So so much.

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