18 yo finally got a gf

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He's the youngest son and the one that is totally deaf in one ear. I also suspect he has a little bit of AS along with his ADHD. He's always had friends over and gone places with them, but it was usually a group of mainly guys. About a month ago he started hanging out at this girls house. Every day, all day. She's his age and she has a sister a year younger and they live with their mother. He would stay later and later and eventually he would stay there all night. This went on for a couple weeks, along with some slightly suggestive memes and comments on FB, and tons of pics of them hanging out with friends or going places with friends.

A few weeks ago both changed their relationship status. First relationship for both of them, I guess. I've found condoms in his pockets over the summer, and it's changed frequently so it wasn't just that one desperate and hopeful condom in the wallet that stays there for months or years while the guy hopes he gets lucky. I didn't say anything, just put them back on his table when I washed his clothes, because he obviously knew to use protection. He had never mentioned a gf on FB or in conversation or brought one here. Her FB has no other guys on it from the past. First relationship for her. Cute gal. About 5-6, nice figure, cute clothes, blonde stylish haircut, nicely done makeup. Sweet when I met her when I went to her house looking for him after I dropped him off there before.

So then he started staying at her house most every night. Her younger sister brought him home on her way to high school. He was invited to go to Black Friday at Walmart with her and her mom and sister and the mother bought him some kind of ipad tablet. By then I had friended her on FB. Well, last night he brings her over. She's spending the night. Both of them were comfortable and watched tv or played video games in his room until they went to bed, then he shut and locked the door.

I have no moral objections to this, but it was just weird for me. Up until yesterday he was my "little boy". Now I see him in a whole new light. It was strange but I'll get used to it. He's off with her and some friends now, but they are staying at her house tonight.

Boy, do I feel old.

OOM, no offense darling, but you ARE old. Your last kid is 18.

It's a blessing and a curse. You're FREE. FREE LIKE A BIRD. Blessing.

So-- What the f**k are you going to do with it?? You've been a mom for so long that it's Who You Are. Curse.

I'm right there with you, at the other end of the continuum, with a toddler in my lap and a tweenager out the door-- hoping to find condoms in her purse on one hand (condoms being vastly preferable to unprotected sex), terrified of my little Puppy growing up on the other, wondering who I'm going to be when Siskit goes to preschool and leaves me behind, trying not to even THINK about the dread state known as Empty Nest that I'll hit when Siskit turns 18 (assuming I survive to 52).

Alone?? With my HUSBAND?? Good God, I can barely think what I'd do with a DATE NIGHT-- I don't even want to contemplate the rest of our lives. His parents didn't communicate well; by the time he (last of 4, by a long shot) left the house, they'd settled into a kind of semi-hostile business non-relationship. Whatever they'd had in common to get them together had died out years before. He watched TV in his living room, she chainsmoked on the patio and fooled with her dogs and her birds and watched TV in her living room. I know she misses him, but I really don't think her life has changed much since he died. I see us turning into them-- UGH. Don't even want to think about it-- If I hadn't beat tears out of myself, I'd start crying.

He's grown up now. And he ACTUALLY HAD THE SENSE TO USE A CONDOM. Yay, Mom!! !! Congratulate yourself, and start thinking (maybe a little optimistically) about what you'd like to do with your life now that it's YOURS again. Ole Boy can fry his own egg sandwich-- at least sometimes. Is there something you've always wanted to do?? Something you've always wanted to grow, but never had the time?? Ever wanted to learn circular knitting, or can butter??

For the first time in 20-30 years, you have the time to try.

Actually I want to go back to work. I want to get my embalming license. Working with the dead would be perfect for me. We only have Rocko's here though, and I'd want to work at Rideouts. Rideout's Southern Heritage actually, but that's the best funeral parlor in the state and they have a waiting list probably 100 years long for embalmers.

I don't want to work with the families, just do the embalming and all.

Or maybe go back to being a bounty hunter. Or back to private investigation. Or write again.

Who knows.

that's sick...I'd hate to think about the end every day...So what if it's gonna come anyway (of course, nature being left unhindered)? Does that mean just watch people die every day? lol damn I need a medical license.

It's sick to be an embalmer? How is it sick? I've worked in funeral homes before, at the front desk, with families, in sales, at the actual funerals, and in the prep room. I much prefer the prep work. Is it sick because you see things to do with the body that you wouldn't normally see? I saw surgery in nursing school and when I worked at the hospital. Is it sick because they are dead? I saw dead people when I worked at the hospital. Embalming is simply preserving the body and getting it ready for viewing and burial. Viewing the body is very important to some people and seeing their loved one looking somewhat normal can bring closure to them. How exactly is that sick to use my skills to prepare a body to be seen by a grieving family and bring comfort to them? I'm not squeamish and dead people don't bother me at all. What's sick is what this guy Joey who has been fired by every funeral home in the state used to do. He liked dead people. I do not like dead people, I simply don't mind working on them. "Cracking open a cold one" as it's known in the business is sick. Embalming isn't sick.

Working with the dead would be perfect for me because I talk to myself a lot and that wouldn't bother them, and unlike if I had a license to practice medicine, if I make a mistake nobody will die. The absolute worst thing I could do is bring somebody back to life, rather than kill them. And there is no possible way to bring somebody back to life. Any mistake I might make can easily be fixed, if not by me then by someone with more experience than me.

I've worked with bodies before and I never thought about them at the end of the day. I did have a sense of satisfaction that I had done the best I could do and helped to make them look nice and felt good about it because of the compliments from the families. I can work with the families but I get very tired of having to be somber and comforting all the time. I'm not cut out for that.

So tell me, how exactly is it sick? When your family members or friends have died and you went to the funeral did you think the employees at the funeral parlor were sick for doing their job? Or did you appreciate what they did, even though you found the job distasteful?

I really want to know, how is it sick to be an embalmer?