Friday, February 13, 2015


"Helpless, helpless, helpless 
Baby can you hear me now? 
The chains are locked and tied across the door, 
Baby, sing with me somehow" 

 I love Neil Young... 

 What is there to be done with a 16 year old, love sick boy? 

He is helpless. 

Short of slapping him upside the head, what the fuck is a mother to do? 

Share my dating history? It's not much of a history...I didn't date in high school. Or, well, I sort of did. As soon as a boy liked me back, I ran scared. Like, literally...I hid in a stairwell from the boy who took me to my first homecoming dance as a freshman. Sophomore year I called my date a week before the dance and told him I didn't want to go. 

My college dating experience wasn't much better. The boys I dug didn't dig me back. The boys that dug me must've had something wrong with them.

Do I share the couple years after college? When I was supposed to have it worked out? The guy who owned one album? The guy who stole my stuff?

Maybe the one who finally broke me. The one who beat me up. The relationship that took me where I never, ever thought I'd go.

All my boys know is the relationship I have with their father. 

How do ya' break it to a 16 year old who knows everything that this's wonderful, but it's just not. 

What's your name?
Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken anytime
To show you what you need to live?

- The Zombies.

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