"Are you going to the prom?" I asked my son.
"Nah," he replied looking out the window.
"Isn't your girlfriend a Senior?"
"She isn't my girlfriend, anymore," he offered pausing, "I guess...never really was. She is going with some other guy."
I thought just like that. Together on Friday. Split by Monday. Together for months.
"How do you get used to someone not liking you? I asked my son, adding, "How do you cope?"
"Cause there are plenty of people that do like me," he said smiling, then walked away.
I sat thinking. He is right. In reality, despite efforts to be kind, thoughtful and do the right thing; there will always be someone who doesn't like me. (My mother couldn't imagine that such people existed.)
If intent is pure it should be easier to endure life's heartaches. Yet I don't find it getting any easier, despite the logic of it all.