I was sitting in bed working. Luke came into the bedroom, flopped on the bed, and sobbed.
“What’s wrong, honey?” (Yes, I’ve turned into an old southern lady who calls everyone honey)
“I’m sorry I keep yelling at you. I’m not mad at you. I thought you were going to leave or move to Colorado or find a boyfriend like Mommy but you didn’t leave.”, he sobbed. “Even when I called you names and yelled at you, you didn’t leave.”
“No, honey. I’m not going to leave you. Even when you’re having a hard time, I’m not going to leave you.”
Then we compared me to Luke’s mom. What do we have in common? We’re female, approximately the same age, attended the same high school, and dated/married Jonathan. That’s it. That’s really it.