Outside, the sky had an odd rusty color all day. It was dank and looked a bit foggy, but it never built to a rain. It was like an all day seep. I spent most of the day on the road.
The time I was home, it was a bit rusty and awkward in here too. Sweetpea had her… I don’t know what to call him anymore. But he was here. A few days ago she had asked me for advice about her boyfriend of two years. What to do. I like the young man, he is good to her, and he has become a family friend. I listened mostly, then told her, “be kind.”
So tonight, while eating pizza with us, his swollen eyes and silence told me his heart was breaking into a million pieces. I don’t know if he knew what I knew.
It breaks my heart to see my kid break someone else’s kid’s heart. It breaks Sweetpea’s heart too.
First love. Beautiful and ugly at the same time. Celebrated over pizza.