Derick moved to be with Dad barely 1 month and a half ago. I talk to him on the phone almost every single day. I miss the kid.
Last week we talked about him coming home for the summer and he said he was going to come here for the whole summer and I was all sorts of excited because there's that missing him business. I mentally planned hiking at this cool new place that's close to our house by the lake, Six Flags, lost of walks around the neighborhood, playing outside with both kids and just generally hanging out. In my head it was going to be perfect and I was pumped.
Now I'm just feeling beat down. He just called me and said that his Dad has plans for them this summer and he thinks he'd like to just come home for "10 days". I get 10 days and that's it. I can't force him to stay if he doesn't want to, but it sure does make me feel like I don't matter as much as his Dad.
Bummed to the 100Th degree.