We rented a truck this morning and loaded Sean's worldly goods into it. He moved out of the home he bought with his partner and into a friend's spare bedroom. Something went wrong between the two of them and while I don't know exactly what, I think things haven't been good for a while now. They appeared to part friends and we are maintaining a caring if strained relationship with his ex. Sean is disheartened. As his relationship is ending for a reason (or two or three - I haven't asked) he's feeling like a failure. His partner was the first person he was in love with. And though he acknowledges this is for the best in the long run, in the short run it just sucks. His new room mate is a nice guy and it should be a good place for Sean to regroup. Still, I wish my baby didn't have to go through this pain. (Isn't that what mothers always wish for their children?)
