28.3.16
So the offspring, affectionately known as the Squid, will be graduating high school in a few weeks.
I am not taking that news very well.
There's a whole slew of reasons. The Squid, for better or worse, as been my "partner in crime" for the last 17 (almost 18) years. When she was too young to know better, I started taking her to concerts. We've seen Nelly Furtado (her choice), NIN (my choice), Clay Aiken/JC Chasez/Black Eyed Peas (radio station winners), and a slew of other concerts together. When someone is coming to town that I want to see, I know that I can inevitably take her with me. We've traveled to Chicago, Detroit and Baltimore to see One Direction. She wanted to ride horses, so she took lessons. I'm still riding even though she doesn't. We shop for clothes together. We share shoes (well, I share and she wears). She steals my clothes. We share a Spotify account.
And she'll be leaving me. She's going to start college in a few months. When I think about it, it feels like a hole has been carved out of my chest where my heart should be.
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