We survived the day. Jay took everything much better than we did. I think he was a little relieved. The last couple months haven’t been easy on any of us, it seems.
Thomas and I have both been crying messes. Jay has taken it in stride. He’s leaving tomorrow in the early afternoon. We took him clothes shopping so he’ll be ready when school starts. I wanted to give him that, at least. We got dinner with my mom (more on that later.) We packed everything in his room. I cried some more. He’s not a bad kid, and I hate that we weren’t the family for him. I really hope to see him find the perfect family.
We’re closing our house and not trying again, probably not for a long time. We learned some hard lessons, but if we ever try again, we’ll be better prepared.
My mom is really upset. She blames everything on me, thinks that we’re giving him up because it’s easier. But she doesn’t understand doing what you have to to maintain your mental and emotional health. She has no boundaries and gives and gives and gives until she’s miserable, but she won’t say no.
We know we’re making the right decision, as hard as it is. We had a good afternoon together, after everything was said and done. I think this will be better for everyone. I hope I’m right.