Bornfamous

Okay, here’s what happened:

Robby wouldn’t come to live with me out in the country and, legally, I couldn’t let him stay here at the apartment with his girlfriend, though I did for a few days. He wanted me to let him live here by himself permanently. He’s lived here most of his life and he’s actually afraid to move, especially to go out in the middle of what seems to him like nowhere. That kind of worries me, but it didn’t feel right to make him face his fears so abruptly. Counseling sounds like a good idea right now. We had many long, painful discussions about him just visiting for a week or two and finally, I decided to come back. He did spend three days with me out in Guatay, though. Still didn’t like it.

I have mixed feelings about being back. In many ways, it’s more comfortable and familiar for me here too, so I don’t completely regret it. And the price is definitely right. The country place cost quite a bit more than the city apartment.

I still may wind up there, though. In a year-and-a-half, Robby will be 18 and could live here alone without me running into legal problems, but then he’d have to figure out how to pay for college himself. The plan has always been for him to save on rent by living with me while he’s in school, but now he’s sounding like he might not even go to college. I’m not happy about that.

So things are a bit unsettled at the moment. I’ll just have to see how it goes.