It's Sunday night after a very full weekend. There are photos to upload and menus to post but none of that seems very important tonight. Tonight my heart is just heavy and sad. This weekend Vern and I kept our beautiful granddaughter Autumn while her Daddy (my son) and her Mommy, moved the last of their life together out of the house they shared and to their respective different locations.
Neither of them has a place of their own yet. My soon to be ex-daughter-in-law is moving in with her parents. For that I am thankful as I don't really trust her decision making abilities anymore to feel any amount of peace with the idea of she and Autumn living alone. My son is rooming with his brother until June when they will be able to rent a house together. Autumn, will be spending a portion of the week with her mommy and a portion with her daddy.
There's so much wrong with this picture and it all makes my heart deeply sad. People keep saying that children adjust and I guess that's true...especially when they have no choice but to adjust. But today, when it came time to return my precious granddaughter to her parents, she asked me, "Grandma, which house are you taking me to? Are we going to the house that Julian owns?(Julian is the landlord for the house they lived in as a family) Or are we going to Grandma Tootsie's house where Mommy is? Or are we going to Uncle Courtney's house with Daddy?"
My beautiful, precious, innocent, four year old granddaughter no longer knows where home is...So today after I dropped her off with her parents, so they could go their separate ways, I cried all the way home. And I am crying now as I type this.