So of all my kids I think the oldest is the only one who’s “feeling” the divorce. Perhaps it was his Aspergers dealing with the change. Or maybe his high anxiety dealing with the stress. But we’ve (okay.. I’VE) tried to make it as calm and normal as possible. And I thought I’d succeeded!
He’s finally started to repair his relationship with his father. Making strides in realizing his Dad isn’t “the bad guy” in this divorce. (I swear I spent a YEAR defending my Ex to my son! Which was a whole lot of ironic, to say the least!) And when Sex God is over he gets to see his Mom happy and in a healthy, affection-showing relationship. He once spent a weekend calling us The Happy Couple. Which just made my day.
Then as the four of us (Me, Sex God, Conor & Luke) were waiting for a Private In-Studio Performance by Milagres, which I won at 98.7, Luke tells me that he doesn’t believe in love.
ME: Well, Luke, you’re entitled to your opinion but….
LUKE: No, Mom, I’ve done the research online. You have to believe me! The divorce rate is….
ME: Luke, how about we have this discussion in a few years. Maybe by then you’ll have experienced it yourself.
LUKE: Mom! Love is a LIE. Its a lie perpetrated by our Government, probably the Republicans!
I don’t know which was more difficult holding back the hysterical giggles…. or holding back the worry that he’s one website away from become a conspiracy theorist.
No X-Files for THAT boy!