I thought I was ready. I thought I was a strong independent woman who went through much tougher times. I thought I prepared both of us for this moment.
But this feeling hit me like a train.
DS is happy as Larry at uni, having a blast in his freshers week, while I cry every day - and I never (well almost never) cry!
We were such a great team and been such amazing support for each other for 18 years.
And now he’s off. Really far too.
Friends and family are lovely, checking in on me and telling me how great it is that he’s doing so well, and what an amazing job I did with him.
Very few seem to understand the pain I feel, and that it’s not about him it’s about me not coping.
I know there are many other mums and maybe dads too out there who know what I’m talking about?
How long does it last?…