Walking The Line

If you started reading my site from the beginning then you know the struggles that we had with our oldest girl child during her Senior year … and if you haven’t been reading my site from the beginning then I just have to ask “why the hell not?”.

Her Senior year was not fun at all.  The lying.  The sneaking around.  The lying about sneaking around.  The current running through our house at the time was a lot like electricity mixed with lighter fluid and dynamite …. everybody just waiting to set somebody else off.  It was not a good time.  She moved in with her boyfriend the day after graduation and it was the first night that I really slept in months.

First they lived in a crappy rent house.  Then they moved in with his parents for months and months and months.  Then they moved into an apartment about four months ago.  She worked two jobs …. he sometimes worked one.  We had many a blow up while she was living with us about him, but after she moved out, we shut our mouths.  It didn’t matter what we had to say about the situation.  She was an adult and she was going to do what she wanted to do.  We accepted it.  We didn’t like it … but we accepted it.

For the past few months, things have just been strange.  She’s been at our house nearly every night of the week and she wants the kids to spend the night with her all the time.  She let slip a few weeks ago that he wasn’t sleeping at the apartment.  He’s been sleeping at his parents’ house.

We stayed out of it.  We didn’t ask any questions. 

Then Saturday morning she sent me a text telling me that they broke up.  I called her to see if she was okay and to ask if she wanted to come over.  She was crying … and when I hung up the phone, I cried for her.

Don’t get me wrong …. I hope this break-up lasts and I hope that she moves on and I hope that she finds somebody who deserves her, but when my children hurt then I hurt.  I hurt for her. 

We have told her that she can come over anytime she needs to and that we will help her find furniture and stuff for the apartment after he comes to get his stuff …. but we are also hanging back a little … not sure what to do.

We are being supportive and caring, without being nosey.

We don’t know the details and we aren’t going to ask.

We just want her to know that we are here to help.