Paulo has a friend over right now. I told them they could play 30 minutes of Wii, after that they needed to find something else to do. Near the end of the 30 minutes they were talking about who M had "unlocked" on his Wii and Paulo said he wanted to go see all the people that M had unlocked. Could they play at his house now?
Paulo's friend answered, in the honesty only children have, that they couldn't play at his house because his Mom and Dad were divorcing and they were screaming at each other a lot....broke my heart. This led to a brief discussion between the two about what that meant, what kinds of things were they screaming, that sort of thing, while I stood, motionless in the kitchen.
I grew up in a house of conflict, I remember some real doozies of arguments. One in particular scarred me, I was laying on the couch trying to watch Saturday morning cartoons while my parents stood maybe 10 feet away fighting, one threatening to leave, the other goading her with offers to help her pack. I feel bad for those kids, I know how hard that is to grow up not sure if your parents are going to stay together-or if they should.
For now though I suppose all I can do if offer my home to my son's good friend so he can come here, play and just be a kid.
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