Last night Steven and I went to the ghost tour in San Elizario, we had a pretty good time. Tonight was not what I would have wanted for his last Saturday night at home for over a year to come; or even more if he reenlists and goes active,, then it would be his last Saturday night calling this place home. I don't like to think about that. We had an argument over something stupid and no matter how I tried to be heard he just yelled over me. I finally just drove away and left him to be picked up by friends to go sing karaoke. I felt in the way all night, he needed a ride and money and that's what I was. I understand, but it still hurt.
We did have a nice dinner at the Moose Lodge, but there was stress even there. He has so much on his mind and doesn't want to talk about it, I hope he gets over that,, he'll need to be able to talk things out. He's 21, it's time to spread those wings, but not aiming towards the sun to burn up. I love him, no matter what.
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