this morning #819.

this morning, truth be told, i truly hated having to lie to him but within my lies there was some semblance of sympathy. my intentions were pure. he couldn’t handle the truth, at least not at his age. maybe one day. as his mom, i supposed i was supposed to protect him as much as possible for as long as possible. eventually, i’d lose my grasp. until that day, i had to do everything i could do to help him make it through without too much damage to his psyche. if he knew that the guy who would drive him to soccer practice this morning was just some dude & not his dad, there would be so so much confusion to sift through, so many questions. i needed to at least wait until i had better answers.