I guess you were never exempt from the statistic

A couple bad nights and it allowed him to go ballistic

On a woman he so loved, with a fallible tolerance

I wonder if he only meant he wanted distance

But if he absolutely must pack his bags and go

Perhaps there was something I’d never noticed before

To rely on a child for emotional needs

Isn’t that what she’s for?

No, because now he grieves

To a son unaware and unqualified for such a topic

I only wish he had been more sympathetic

To a son so young and strong, he only wanted what was best

But now I wonder if he’ll ever really get rest

From the turbulence inside that became so grim

But now I sit quietly and listen to his “but I still love him”