Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
This morning one of my sons got dumped. I opened the front door to put mail out, and there was a bag full of his sweatshirt and dating momentos. Whoa! Where did this come from? I had to go hand it to him and witness first a look of confusion, then dawning realization, then pain, then anger as he grabbed his phone to demand an explanation. The night before she was excitedly choosing colors for a summer wedding, giggling and cuddling, and generally making the rest of us roll our eyes while we tolerated their giddiness. Her explanation: I just realized that you're not what I want. I didn't see this coming, but I realized pretty quickly that he has dodged a bullet. He's not close to perfect, and he knows it. When he doesn't know it, I'm quick to remind him. But he has all the important things firmly in place. I am angry that this wasn't done in a kinder way, but I'm also grateful, because I think it will be easier to get over his broken heart if he can...