Monday, October 3rd, Roy and I were laying down and we hear this voice say, "Hola!" look up and COREY is standing in the middle of the room! That boy was supposed to be in Afghanistan! We were both so dumbfounded and for a split second I wondered if he were actually a hologram, haha. It took us a few awkward seconds to realize that it was, actually, Corey standing there in our room.
Naturally, it was a pleasant surprise. We are always happier when the boys are safe in the good ol’ U.S. of A. Sadly, he wasn't back for even 12 hours and he was already texting me about how he had caught his wife cheating and he wants a divorce and all that.
Now, I like to be someone the kids can count on coming to me when they need help, but I'm a mom first, and so I've got lessons to teach (even though the three oldest are pretty much on their own now) I'll never pass on an opportunity to "help" them learn something. That's not because I get pleasure out of it. I don't like seeing my kids surrounded by negative drama, but my momma taught me some things the hard way and I got a lot more out of learning things that way. I'm stronger, and more independent for it.
"Tough love", well it sucks all around - for everyone! I'm talking it sucks for the kid, it sucks for the parents, it sucks for the brothers and sisters, it sucks for the grandparents, it sucks for cousins, aunts, and uncles sometimes, it can even suck for friends too! Hence the term "tough" love. But we're shooting for the end result, right! At least, as a parent who gives a shit about these kids and wants them to learn from situations - I do!
So here we are, and he had lied to me in order to arrange to meet Miranda in the very beginning, and he lied again to continue the relationship, and he lied yet again when he snuck around to marry her, and so, at this point I'm pretty much thinking, "ya got yourself into this mess, you need to be the one to get yourself out of it." Now, I haven't said that to him and I'm not one to say, "I told ya so." I don't believe saying something like that helps any situation, and this isn't about who is right and who is wrong. He already told me how stupid he feels. And this is good, ya know, cause he’s learning – and he’s doing it good. So, I just responded, "you can't be blamed for shooting for love and doing all you can to make it work." We live, we learn. I’m very proud of him… proud of all of my kiddos.
(Personally, I don't care if she's gained a little weight to look pregnant, and I don't care what her over-the-counter tests show (she's manipulated those before) - my instincts say the girl isn't pregnant. She's lied about pregnancies before to get attention - I think she's doing it again.)
He spent most of his R&R (rest and relaxation) stressed and upset over the situation.
And then Corey left for Afghanistan this morning.
Hopefully the distraction over there will help him clear his mind, put priorities in order, and help him grow up. Still, stay safe Corey. I'm praying for you always. ♥
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