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Well, ladies and gentlemen, I have officially raised an offspring and he has left his nest. Much to my surprise, on February 15th I was called home at lunch on an emergency basis by my husband. He had gone to work at 8 but didn't feel well, so he left and was home at 10 AM. My 19-year-old son, who is supposed to be looking for a job, was still in bed. This angered my husband. I should mention that my husband is his stepfather, not his natural father.
I called my son at 10:45 AM and he did not sound well. At the same time, on another line, I received a call from my husband inviting me home for lunch. I hung up with both of them and left at 11 AM to go home and have lunch.
When I arrived, my husband was nuking burgers and fries from Valentine's Day dinner. He asked me to sit down. He said that he had confronted my son about finding work and it turned out he hadn't been looking for anything at all! All the places he had told me about were a fabrication. He said my son needed to leave. I talked to my son in private and convinced him to stay, but then he and my husband got into it and my son decided to go move in with his Dad 60 miles away.
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. This was decided after I had to go back to work. When I got home, I toured my son's empty room. My hands touched and marveled at the artwork he had created. My hands touched the things he had made. I cried my heart and soul out, because I didn't want him to be gone. Yet, it was time.
For all empty nesters, this one's for you!
