Since I was just a little girl I have always had troubles with goodbyes. If you didn’t already know because you haven’t read my earlier posts my parents were divorced so my brother and I were forced to go back and fourth from one state to another state every year.
I loved with my dad during the school year and saw my mom every summer, every other christmas and every other spring break.
Going to my moms house I would get so excited. It was never hard to tell my dad goodbye because I saw his face everyday all year pretty much. I was such a mamas girl and loved to visit my mom.
Those were the best summers EVER!
We would have so much fun shopping, or watching movies, swimming, going to wet n wild or circus circus(my mom lived in north Las Vegas then). There would always be something fun to do at moms.
Towards the end of our visit I would start getting sad a week before I had to go back to my dads and I would sit in my moms lap everyday and just cry and tell her I didn’t want to go. It wasn’t only hard for my brother and I to live our mom but it was really hard for my mother to send us back every year especially since we were so young. She missed out on a lot of our childhood. Softball games, soccer games, award ceremonies, field trips, etc. I really wish my mom could have been there for all that.
The day it was time to go back to dad’s I would be ok until we got to the airport gate and had to say goodbye to mom I would cry to the point where I couldn’t breath and the whole plane ride back I would cry. I would be so depressed and cry for about a month after leaving her. I always had something special from my mom that she would spray with her perfume so it smelt like her which helped. At night time I would look at the moon and sing our song…
I see the moon. The moon sees me. The moon sees the one that I want to see. God bless the moon and God bless me. God bless the one that I want to see.
To this day I still sing it even though I know live with my mother. Its a part of me and I will never forget it.
The whole reason why I told you that story was because I thought after I turned 18 that the whole saying goodbye would be easier because i could come and go on my own terms but when I decided to move with my mom I cried like a big baby in the airport because saying goodbye to my dad the way I did was really hard.
I cried about that for about a week and finally as I thought that was the last hard goodbye I would ever have to say it striked me again yesterday morning when I took my boyfriend to the airport so he could go back to North Carolina. I cried and it really hurt my heart that he was leaving.
Point of story I hate goodbyes. I feel as if I say goodbye I will never see you again. So from now on I will use the term see you later or see you soon because I know I will and it guarentees I will.
That is all!