Maybe They Are Taking A Break

After six months of living with our family, Greg moved back to his Mom’s house on Sunday.

They arrived when I was making dinner, packed his stuff up, and left. I had no idea he was leaving that day – Bay didn’t say a word. I knew that he was going to leave this Summer, but not when. Later, she told me that they were also broken-up. I’m not sure where they stand now. I don’t want to push her – she will talk to me about it when she feels up to it.

Bailey is doing pretty good. She can’t talk about it, but she’s not crying all day, so that’s a good sign. She’s talking about looking for a job and has plans to go hang out with her friend, Sarah.

I don’t know how Greg is doing. She’s spoken to him. He was okay when he left.

Our house is so quiet without Greg’s rumbley voice. I miss hearing the kids laughing in Bay’s room. He’s a good kid. I wish him the best, but right now, it feels like he broke up with all of us. Sarah and I miss him a lot. Kitty is pretty lost.

Break-ups suck. Plain and simple. I’ve been both the break-up-er and the break-up-ee. Neither feels good, both carry a large helping of pain and guilt. I hope that the kids are able to figure this out.

In the meantime, they can do some thinking, spend some time with their friends. They’ve been pretty much in each other’s pocket for awhile. They could use a little wiggle-room, a little growing up time.  They are very young and this could actually be a good thing.

I just want my daughter to be happy.

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