If I ever thought my breakups were bad, it was just because I never experienced my child go through a breakup. Omg, this must have been the worst 36 hours of my life. I think I prefer the biweekly tears than go through these last 36 hours again.

They had a fight and her boyfriend decided he wanted a break for a week. Then my daughter got swept up by her imagination and did a drive by of his house. She was checking on who was there. Except she didn’t drive by, she parked…duh. As luck would have it, he walked outside and saw her car. The fight turned to ugly and through tears of hysterical she broke up with him. Regretted almost immediately but accepted by him. She couldn’t sleep, she hasn’t eaten. She’s been in my bed for 2 nights now. It was heartbreaking to see her go through this but it is life and there is nothing I could do.

This morning on social media he posted things directly aimed at her. It prompted her to text him. They chatted via text how they love each other and the world doesn’t turn without the other persons love, or some form of that. She is on the way to his house with a garbage bag of everything she has of him including every gift. She’s hoping for the reconciliation because they both love each other but he’s claiming he doesn’t know if he could go through this again. He isn’t good enough for her. It’s true he isn’t but I love her and it’s what she wants so I hope it works out. It’s out of my hands but I hope I get my daughter back. I hope they find their common ground for her sake.