No, not that.
Lets talk about graduation parties! Should I order the chicken scampi or marsala for the chicken dish? Cakes and cupcakes or cookies? DJ or photo booth or both? So we decorate the cake with Wyoming Seminary as a graduate or Penn State as his college destination? No, we wont talk about that. You know, the "drophimoffandleavehimtherepart" or the "Ihaveabsolutelynopurposewithouthiminmydailygrind" lets not forget "Whenyoufoughttoliveforthisboyandnowheisgoingwhylive?" OK OK I'm not going to end my life because Jack is leaving for college, but for christs sake what the fuck is my purpose now? I am struggling, struggling with so many things right now. I know my struggle on paper is nothing compared to so many other people. My weight, my hair, my boy, my heart, my future. I want to just get to the point where I can just take him and drop him off. Rush through this summer and get it over with, pull off the bandaid quick and start the new chap...