Sixteen year old boys are not usually known for discussing their emotions with anyone- especially not their mother. So, I was pleasantly surprised when my son sent me a text message of a personal nature recently. My son could be described as a late bloomer, and has just recently started dating a young lady. They went to homecoming together, and, according to his text message to me, he kissed her there for the first time. When I asked him how it was, his reply brought tears to my eyes: “better than ice cream”. My tears were not only for his innocent romanticism, but also because I can foresee the awful heartbreak that is inevitably coming his way.
Heartbreak sucks. I remember my first like it was yesterday (see Dear Thirteen Year Old Me), and it still stings a bit to remember almost thirty years later. The sad thing is that I know there is nothing I can do to prepare him for what is coming, just as I was unprepared to have my heart broken again recently (see Psycho-Chicks and the Men that Create Them). I know that break ups are part of life, and that enduring them is the only way to grow stronger, but, the mom in me knows that I’m going to have to be restrained from killing this girl when she hurts my boy. (Disclaimer in case she dies in some mysterious manner- I’m not guilty and I’m sure I have an alibi!)
But, break-ups don’t always have to be so awful. Here, I list some of the not-so-heartbreaking reasons that my relationships have ended:
To read the rest, check out The Dating Diary of a City Girl: The Lighter Side of Breaking Up by Dating Disasters and Delights.