I really have been struggling to accept that T needs to make this decision on his own. I want to swoop in and make it for him but I cannot. Last night we were messaging back and forth and he was so frustrated. It is a hard decision to make.
Right before this part he had sent me: xypxxxxxyyyyittttttwwwwwwwqqqqqqqqqmmmmmmzzzz
I responded with: Don’t you swear at me.
T was in full on defense mode. He was not swearing. I laughed and told him that I knew that, I was trying to make him smile.
Then I sent him the above.
He is a good kid. And he will do what is best for everyone concerned, except me. Because I just roll with it no matter what.
March 10/22
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 