Wishing and Hoping and Fibbing…

(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.

Carmen 

I'm a single momma, certified trauma-informed master life coach, narcissistic abuse + toxic relationship recovery, religion teacher, best selling author, foodie wannabe, and advocate for victims of narcissistic abuse.

Currently living la vida loca in Vegas with my son Joshua and our cat Neko... while pseudo-adulting, Tahitian dancing, and exploring the delicious world of bubble tea *woo!*

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