I know when you are 17 you have little experience with worldly stuff. Like men.
And breaking up with them.
And what to do right after you break up with them.
But my advice to you, is to leave the cops out of it. Really, it will just be better in the end if you do.
So let me start at the beginning, and try not to be too harsh. God knows I have made my share of man mistakes.
Last night was one of those nights when I couldn’t get to sleep for anything. When I did fall asleep, I woke up abruptly by something obnoxious on the tv. When I tried to turn said tv off, I was apparently too challenged to do it with the remote controls, because yes there are TWO which is way to complicated when you are half asleep…
And because of that complication I found myself having to actually get UP out of bed to turn the stupid thing off.
I was awake for about half an hour more after that, so we are now at approximately 1:45 am. I have to work in the morning. Lovely.
I had just fallen back to sleep. I was in the comatose first part of falling back to sleep when the unwelcome and totally terrifying sound of the phone ringing woke me up.
It was 2:30 am.
Obviously I thought it was a crank call and I was going to have to kill someone, or someone was indeed dead.
And it was the cops.
This is not a feeling I want. Ever.
The caller asked to talk to my youngest son.
I said um…no, he is out on the tugs.
He then informed me his name was Constable someone…I was like, what?
He was wondering if I had heard anything from my youngest son’s best friend of like, forever. Since they were 4.
I hadn’t obviously heard anything from the boy. As much as I love him, he doesn’t hang out at our house when Colton isn’t here.
He said that said missing boy’s EX (which was new information to me) girlfriend had called the police. She couldn’t find him and was worried about him.
I gave him another number to try and hung up the phone, texting Colton to let him know what had gone on, and if he heard anything to let me know.
So at this point sleep is pretty much going to elude me.
I have no idea what has gone on, but I did know that a break up had most likely taken place that night.
I am worried that my just not legally adopted other son, is hurt, and the more I think about it…the more I think he is just being a boy.
A hurt boy yes…but a boy that a girl had just broken up with.
I have broken up with a boy or two in my time. The reactions will generally be the same, with all of them.
There are a few things that can possibly happen.
First off, they are not going to want to talk to you again anytime soon when you break up with them. They don’t want to work it out or be your friend. Period. Don’t try to change that.
Secondly, they will probably get drunk.
Thirdly, they will try and get laid. By someone else, to make themselves feel better.
And last but not least they will go somewhere to cry and get it out of their system. Alone. They won’t answer the phone if you call. Ever.
Sometimes…all of the above will take place.
It is no longer any of your business, you just broke their heart, even if it for the best in the long run, they don’t care. You are the enemy no matter how much they loved you an hour ago.
So when this young girl wasn’t getting any reaction or returned phone call from the boy who she had just destroyed, she decided that instead of leaving it well enough alone, instead of letting him go, instead of letting it just work itself out…
She would call the cops.
And tell them that she was worried about him, that maybe something had happened.
I am sure she is a sweet girl, I am sure she meant well…at least I hope that is what it was, I hope it wasn’t her being a facetious little bitch because he wasn’t doing what she wanted him to do.
I hope it wasn’t payback for him not reacting all warm and fuzzy when she broke up with him and saying that it was all okay and she was still his favorite person, ever.
Let’s assume she is just a naive young girl that wasn’t sure what to do, when her first breakup didn’t go the way she planned it.
I am a little unclear why she would think it was necessary or in any way a good idea to involve the police.
It would just be nearly the last thing that I would have thought of doing. Even when I was 17, I knew that if you destroy someone’s heart they are sort of not going to want to be around you or be anywhere you can find them.
It would nearly be a no brainer, wouldn’t it?
I am a fixer…I hate leaving things unsaid or done…but even I know that you can’t fix the end of a relationship. It is just that. The end.
So in closing I just want to say…other son is fine, he is a little broken and probably hung over, but he will be fine, he will love again another day.
I just don’t really know what to say about the cop incident. If I could sit her down and have a talk with her, believe me I would. Someone really should.
Not thinking about the effects of your actions on people you don’t even know, or apparently have any consideration for isn’t cool.
We happen to love the kid that the cops are calling us looking for. And I thank the Universe that he is alright and it was just a teenaged girl overreacting. But it scared the living hell out of me and more than likely did his father as well.
We are getting to old for that kind of stuff.
It’s hard on the heart.
And growing up is hard.
It never stops being hard. All you can do is take each moment as it comes, take whatever life throws at you…
Sometimes you get lucky and it just ends up being a wee broken heart ♥