(This continues to be one of the most painful memories I have of the beginning stages of my ex & my separation…)
JRoc spoke to his dad on the phone a few nights ago, and as usual, he shared his conversation with me…
JRoc: Daddy said he’s excited about moving here to Vegas!
Me: He said that?
JRoc: Yes! He said he’s going to try and find a job here as soon as possible so he can come live with us!
Me: Wow, that’s interesting…
I was concerned… I’m almost certain the ex wouldn’t say that to J… my poor baby boy… and later that evening, my suspicion was confirmed.
JRoc: (after reciting his bedtime prayers… in tears) Mommy, please don’t be angry with me…
Me: What’s the matter, baby? I’m not angry with you at all… please share with me…
JRoc: You know when I told you earlier that daddy said he’s excited about moving here with us?
Me: Yes…
JRoc: I lied. He never said that. But I wish he did…
I reached out for my precious baby, planted kisses all over his face… and held him tight. And reassured him that it’s OK to wish for things… and that I will always love him and will never take my love away no matter what he wished for.
