“The Empty-Nest Syndrome” Tuesday June 28, 2016

One of the saddest moments of my life was watching my mom break down into a 2344blubbering imbecile when she dropped me off at college. It was so sad! She just sobbed uncontrollably with audible moans like an old Italian grandmother at her mafia son’s funeral.

What I’m trying to say is that my mom is kinda emotional. So she insisted on spending the entire day together since I’m “all grown-up” now.

Which was great for me, actually. We spent the day shopping for stuff I’m going to need at our apartment like kitchen utensils, lamps, rugs, and essentials like toilet paper and paper towels.

We also had a LONG talk about Johnny. I didn’t tell her that we kinda broke up, but she knew that we were having problems since she hasn’t seen him around. She gave me a lot of “you’re an adult, you can make your own decisions”.

I’m sure that living together will be so much better for me and Johnny. We’ll get to see each other more often. And I don’t remember if I mentioned this, but Johnny had an interview today at T-Bo and Petty’s company. It’s an entry-level position in the finance department. I’m not sure if Johnny is qualified, but apparently T-Bo and Petty are both vouching for Johnny’s abilities.

I think with us both having real jobs things should be good.

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2 thoughts on ““The Empty-Nest Syndrome” Tuesday June 28, 2016

  1. It took me 4 years to get over “the empty nest” syndrome since both of our sons stayed home for college. When the first moved off for his first job, I cried all day. When the second son moved off 2 years later, I cried for months.

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