Where have I been you might ask? Or perhaps not. Probably not....but it's time for my soul to be typed out once again. Eight (8) hours from now there will be a BIG change in our lives. How I wish it was a positive, exciting change. If you knew of it; you might feel sorry for us...but I don't want that. At all. Nope. It's a decision that, in the long run, WILL be positive for #2 Son. Well, we can hope.
He will not see it as we do. He will hate us. I recall periodic bouts of "hating" my own parents as a youngster. But mine was because I was grounded. His hate will be different. His will be deep, rage-inducing. Or maybe he'll crack and fold up into a blob of agony.
He is going to have to make it through a hellish season....one not many "normals" experience. To be brutally honest, I pray he survives it.
When #2 Son was 3, we would drive into town on Saturday to "play" with my Mom. I remember telling her, "I think I love him too much." She wisely said, "No, you love him just enough." He's been different since early, early on. Say 2 or 3 years of age. It's been a constant roller-coaster-life. For 17 years...
And, in 7 hours + 55 minutes, the roller coaster may stop for a while.
