No sooner had a returned home on Monday evening from Halifax dropping my son off, I had to return to collect my stepson. There's been a row between him and his mum and I raced to the rescue. It was obvious that both parties needed to cool off. I returned again to mine and let him tell me his version of the row. A couple of hours later and I let his mother know where he was, but to be fair she was still mad at him.
I tried to be as unjudgemental as I could while pointing him to his errors. But he's a teenager, growing into a man awkwardly just like all the others. I was glad I could help a little in getting him out if the grief for a night. But I had to drag him out if bed at 7am and plonk him at the train station whether he liked that or not. Today he will just have his mother to face afresh. Birth is never easy. The birth to adulthood is also painful.
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