Its been 1 day since he broke up with her. She came home from school, her daddy picked her up. He could tell something was amiss, her smile, her silly hyper active nonesense babbling, missing in action. Daddy knew the truth. He broke up with her.
The Girl had a boyfriend, at 13, I know how young is she! His name was/is Dustin. My Prince Charming and I actually met the boy. He was very polite, nice looking young man.
When The Girl came home, I inquired as to the nature of her day, and when she said, don't ask and don't make fun of me. I didn't. However my Prince Charming let me know. I was in the process of getting ready for my Graveyard shift at the World of Mouse. When I was finished, and the Girl hadn't emerged from her room, I went in. The scene broke my heart. Her room was mildly in disarray....actually clean in her terms. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, Her head in her hand, hair hiding her face, quietly crying. I went to her side, and held her. I told her that I was sorry she was hurting and that I would never make fun of her when she is hurting. I told her that breaking up with someone you care about is always painful, but that this wouldn't be the first and certainly won't be the last, and that I would always be available to hold her when she cries. She leaned against me and cried somemore. I just let her cry, and told we agreed that boys are just stupid.
We as parents are of course mean and the cause of this break up, because we are moving to the Orlando area very shortly. So, after all there has to be something else to blame. And I'll accept that.
I had to leave to go to work. I left the Girl to cry it out. I quietly kissed my Prince Charming good-bye for the night, then suggested he take her out for icecream. Nothing, and I mean nothing besides perhaps LOADS of Chocolate can cure a broken heart like Ice cream. I suggested that he try not to make her talk, as this was a moment only women could truely understand. My Prince Charming is just that. He took her to get a shake, and he reported she actually smiled by the trip back home.
Today when I left for The World of Mouse, she was actually laughing. So all is getting better.
The Sun will still shine, for now.
I recalled the first real cry I had over a boyfriend. But I'd broken up with him....He was pressuring me to do things that I was not prepared or ready to do, so I decided he needed to go. I remember crying as I threw his class ring back at him, and I remember crying as I drove home from his house, and I remember crying in my own mother's arms. Thinking the world had ended, and I would never find love again. I was 17, and silly. I've had many broken hearts since then, and I dare say I broke a few.
Ahh, the bittersweet memories of my stupid teenage years!
Saturday, May 10, 2008