My son is going back to college in a few days, which is sad in itself, because I miss him when he goes. He was originally planning on coming back here for the Christmas break, but now he's talking about staying with his father. Which means I won't see him until next summer (unless I get up there and visit, which is a possibility, since the main campus for my college is only a few hours away).
It hurt when he told me that. But I understand. It has not been an easy summer here - living in an apartment without a car for nearly half the summer, no job, no friends, just his computer. And his weird mom.
Yes, life with his dad won't exactly be a bed of roses, but I imagine he must be weighing the nagging he will have to endure from his father with the fact that his dad doesn't have the money issues I have. His dad pays his bills on time, so he doesn't have to deal with creditors calling. His dad has furniture, so he doesn't have this empty cave for a living room - a room with a few tables, the tv, and a lawn chair. Granted his dad doesn't have a job, so all of this could change, just as my life is changing around for the better. But right now, his life is as perfect as a painting.
His dad doesn't have the mood swings that I have - perimenopausal, but still hell to go through. While I don't scream at my son like some parents, he does have to deal with my crying jags. That can't be fun. His dad gets mad - generally about money, and about my son and his grades, and probably about me - but at least he doesn't cry.
So, once again, I will need to be the understanding one, so that my son can go live with the normal one.
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