It had started with such promise - the relationship and the weekend, I mean.
In the beginning of the relationship, we spent ALL of our time together. We were completely devoted and 100% exclusive. We could read each other's eyes and knew each other inside and out.
Then something just sort of switched off. It was gradual before it was sudden. Snuck up like a freight train, I suppose.
Saturday morning also came with promise. Quality time and days laid out like a well wrapped present. It was going to be absolutely perfect-ish.
Just the way our good relationship had always been.
Then. BAM.
It was over. Heart pulled from my chest, stomped on, shredded, decimated.
My oldest daughter broke up with me.
Of course, she says it was me, not her.
It's just not working for her anymore.
Now she won't speak to me. The tension in our once-whole home is palpable.
We've been "on a break before". She's looked elsewhere for the comfort I so willingly give (between the hours of coffee and moscato), but she's always come back by dinner. Not this time. I think she really means it.
I think my sweet daughter has really left me.
Which is bad enough.... but when you consider that she left an eye rolling, back mumbling (because she isn't crazy enough to back talk), door closing, whiny, cranky, full blown hormonal mess behind.... My lord.
This is why the dumpees end up on Snapped! and the dumpers end up grounded.
She'll be "back". Trust me
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