Well, it finally happened.

My son moved out today.

I've kept myself busy for the last few days to try to keep my mind off things, but now I am at home alone.

Now I'm left with the kind of crying that hurts deep within my gut and I've cried so hard that I'm ready to puke.

Keeping busy does no good. It just delays the pain. Sooner or later, I'm left alone to deal with it.

I don't know when I'm going to hear from him again.

He never calls to say hello.

He spends all of his time at work or with the girlfriend. When the girlfriend is at work, he would spend hours in his room here at our house, not talking to me.

The few cases over the last few months when we were in a car together, he wouldn't even talk to me. When I realized I was doing all of the talking, I just shut up and drove, and waited to see if he would bring up a topic of conversation. And he didn't. It was like he had nothing to say to me, not even polite conversation.

He doesn't answer my text messages. And these weren't constant text messages from me or nosey text messages.

I just feel more alone than ever.