A Mother’s Always Right…. Sometimes

I thought my life was perfect. I was the head cheer leader, the one that got all the guys. My boyfriend was the quarterback of our schools football team. It was like we were meant to be. That is until he crushed me, by braking up with me. It wasn’t even a face to face I hope you can understand brake up. It was a lousy ‘I feel that we should see different people, I hope you feel the same way’. I spent most of my day’s with my friends since the text. They helped a lot. But not as much as my mom did when she talked to me. She told me she’s been through a similar thing, and of course me being myself I asked if they even had cell phones when she was a kid. She laughed and said ‘You know hun, a breakup is sort of like a broken mirror. You can leave it alone, or you can take the chances of getting hurt by trying to fix it’. I didn’t really think much of it but my mom was sort of right. I guess a guy is sort of like a good pair of shoes, you’ll know when you’re the perfect match.