But what I don’t quite understand is why? Was it something I did? She claims not. Was it something Mommy did? She claims not. (But who knows? Mommy can be a bit of a pain and I’m not sure myself I’d love having her as my boss.) Whatever it is, it seems I’m just going to have to seek comfort in her explanation that it’s not me, it’s her.
Mommy, ever the emotionally challenged pragmatic, seems more concerned with what this sudden reduction in childcare means for her work-life balance, than dealing with the emotional car crash of being left by someone that who you’ve let into your heart and whom you’ve grown very attached to. “Well it was either now or in 9 months from now”, is how I heard Mommy explain it to Daddy. Yes, at one point or another, she was due to leave us – I just hadn’t counted on it happening sooner rather than later. But then again, that’s Mommy for you: Onwards and upwards. Stiff upper lip, the show must go on and don’t look back in anger. (To quote just a few of the credos by which she lives.)
For me on the other hand, this has been a bit of an eye opener. Apparently, in life, people will come and go. Some will overstay their welcome and some will break the party up before the DJ has had a chance to hit “play”. Some people will leave you with fond memories and some with a lingering smell of rotten eggs which long outlives the actual time spent together. Some goodbyes will make sense, some will not, some you won’t even notice and some will just hurt.
Call me a cynic, but what does this all leave you with? That every man is an Island and trust people only to disappoint you? I don't know, but at the end of the day, maybe I shouldn’t dismiss G-Eazy too quickly as just another musician as memorable as yesterday’s third nappy change. For all of the sudden, his words have found a deeper meaning: It’s just me, myself and I. Solo ride until I die. Cause I got me for life...