As early as December, I'd started wondering if things were well between the spawn of my loins, Balthazar, and his girlie, whom I adore.
Around my dad's birthday, I noted Balthy had changed his Facebook profile pic. It'd been a picture of him with his gal and was now him and some musician he'd met at a concert. Hmmm...
I texted to ask if things were cool with the two of them. His answer: Yep.
The gal and I aren't FB pals, but I could see her "About" page and she still listed him as her fella. So, OK. (I know, I know; Facebook creeping should be beneath me. Well, it ain't.)
I checked Facebook and things were still OK.
Before the Kid returned to college, I bought the lovely girl some gifts for Christmas. I was so happy to shop for her, it was so much fun picking out stuff I thought would go well with her coloring...it was like shopping for the daughter I don't expect to ever have, you know? When he left, I waited on pins and needles to hear from him whether she liked the things or not. When he finally texted that she loved them, I was soooooo totally stoked! And, that he was interested in the whole thing seemed a good sign to me, at the time.
HOW COULD BALTHAZAR DO THIS TO ME?!?!?!?!!!?!?!?!!!1
::sighs:: This breaking up shit's too hard on my poor, shattered, aging heart. For realz, yo.