My daughter had a revolving door to my house from the time she was 18 to about 23. She'd move in with a friend or something, then when things got screwed up she'd ask to come home and I'd always let her.
The last time she didn't even have a car or schit, I was driving her to work and back, and every Tom Dick and Harry she met was coming over and taking her off then she'd come home when she felt like it. I finally told her she'd have to quit that crap or leave. She left one Friday evening going to New Orleans with a bunch of friends I'd never even met, came dragging in Tuesday evening. I told her she'd have to leave, the friend she was talking to on the phone heard me and wouldn't even come get her. She left on foot with a backpack of clothes. Talk about breaking a heart!
It was a few months that I didn't know where or if she was living most of the time. She'd call and boohoo about how pitiful things were wherever she was staying, but I wouldn't tell her to come home and she was too proud to ask. But thank God she got herself straightened out after that, got a good job and her own apartment, that was the first time in her life she'd ever had that. And of course she's doing great now, you know if you've seen my blog how proud I am of her!
Yeah, they finally grow up one day, just sometimes you gotta kick the little birdie outta the nest to get it to fly! And
pray a cat or something doesn't catch it before it gets off the ground. It is amazing though when they do figure out how to use their wings!
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