I have had my heart ripped out and stomped on, time and again. And it stinks. But it is nothing compared to the feeling when it is your child's heart that is broken. And there is nothing you can do about it. Even when you knew it was going to happen eventually. And you didn't want it to because you love her almost as much as he does.
And this pain is so excruciating that it is hard to breathe. I hate watching him go through it, even knowing that his heart is young enough that it will heal.
But how do you tell him that it will be ok when you are still waiting for it to be ok yourself?