The not so long goodbye..

We all knew it was coming. Obviously, the kids were going to Florida. No big surprise. However, we were conveniently left out of the loop as to WHEN the *ahem* blessed event was going to happen. Well, we found out last night. J Jr, K, and their grandparents showed up (unannounced, of course) and J Jr came in like he was on fire saying he needed to grab a few things.

J followed him around, but J Jr really wasn't having anything to do with him. J finally asked "So, what's the deal?" and J Jr replied, "We are leaving tomorrow morning, BYE." And he ran off into his grandparents car.

That was it. K didn't speak to J or roll down the window, nothing. They just drove off.

After last weeks drama, I thought maybe something a little more dramatic, but I guess I was wrong about that, too. No nothing. And why bother having K come? Just to drive the rusty nail into J's heart a little more? To have her there, but not speak or engage with him at all? And J Jr in a frenzy for no reason?

Thus begins their life, just as their mother does, of running away, not confronting, not speaking about it.

Granted, J has not done everything right in this entire scenario. But he has done absolutely nothing to deserve this treatment he is getting. I hope someday the kids will get that, and just how painful and hurtful they are to him at this particular point in life.

After this happened, J was quite literally, short of breath. Leave it to O to make him smile again. They began horseplaying in the bedroom, and O gave him a spontaeneous hug and an "I love you, Daddy". His response? "At least you love me".

As much as I want to party and hoot and holler and live it up, I can't. J is truly heartbroken. He looks forlorn, lost, and utterly confused.

No one deserves that.