Bottom line I feel somewhat betrayed. My son's gf called me yesterday saying she wanted to transfer colleges next year for sake of joining a sorority of all things. See my son is an athlete and she was accepted into the school basically because they wanted my son. Yes I pulled some strings using my sons ability to help keep them together as they wished. My son could've gone to one of 4 colleges and played football, but she wanted to be close to home so he chose where they're at. Now she wants to transfer because she wants to have the college experience?? Wow... she doesn't know it but she just fell off with me. I told her being together requires sacrifice on someones, or both persons part... but you decide the route you wanna take. Just know that distance is a strange beast and shit happens. If being together is a priority make it that, if not roll the dice.
I spoke to my son and he says it is what it is... they'll make it work. Congrats on the youthful optimism... it like so many other attempts at this will be doomed to fail and I'm gonna have to get used to a new face in my son's life eventually. After this semester my money will not be paying for her college if they aren't at the same school, I refuse to invest in someone that will eventually let my kid down. This IMO is let down number one waiting to happen. Funny how people fail to see the treasures and opportunities in front of their faces. Oh well... not my kid. I still feel like years from now one of them will look back after a few shit relationships and say 'I fucked up'... bumps and bruises shape the tomorrow versions of ourselves.
I spoke to my son and he says it is what it is... they'll make it work. Congrats on the youthful optimism... it like so many other attempts at this will be doomed to fail and I'm gonna have to get used to a new face in my son's life eventually. After this semester my money will not be paying for her college if they aren't at the same school, I refuse to invest in someone that will eventually let my kid down. This IMO is let down number one waiting to happen. Funny how people fail to see the treasures and opportunities in front of their faces. Oh well... not my kid. I still feel like years from now one of them will look back after a few shit relationships and say 'I fucked up'... bumps and bruises shape the tomorrow versions of ourselves.