Detachment

Something new appears to be brewing at my house.

It's called detachment.

It's a very strange phenomenon.

"Lovey" appears to be preparing for her move with an enormous emount of enthusiasm and excitement. After all, she's moving to a new area....beginning a new job....and embarking on a new life.

So, as she makes her plans, packs her boxes, and makes her purchases, there's just not any interest in her old life.

I first noticed the detachment on Thursday evening of this past week. She and I were attending an awards banquet for our daughter prior to commencement.

The same was true on Friday...

Then on Saturday, the day of graduation, the BIGGGG DAY.....there it was again. No real warmth.....no exuberance.....no real emotion. It all seemed so very mechanical. Not like what one would expect from the mother of a beautiful daughter, graduating summa cum laude from a large college with a 4.0 average!

Maybe all mothers who are divorcing gay dads can't wait to leave the festivities of graduations (and have to be practically begged to haul some belongings back home from the graduate) in order to go shopping for things in their new house.

Do mother's not act happy and joyful when an offspring graduates with myriad accomplishments?

Isn't this strange?

Did I expect too much?