Jessie’s Mom once told me something else. She said I’ll get you in the end. She was right. She shot me butt off.
I walk kind of funny now. Me rear went toward me front.
I have no clue about my son...not a word since his first missive. And I’m not a happy camper.
I don’t know if it’s because he is hurt more that he has indicated, or because he is unable (for whatever reason) to let me know how things are. Or because his wife has taken over and is dictating how my son’s life will turn out.
It’s way too sad to think his wife of barely two years, has more sway than his mum.