Anonymous wrote:This was me when I dropped my oldest off half way across the country a few years ago. I saw his room when I got home and cried and cried. Which is unusual for me. Then I realized that night that I actually had Covid, which explained a lot.
Anyway I am about to drop my middle off tomorrow and pretty blase. The sadness is about us, not them.
Or PMS, or perimenopause, or other known mood swingers.
It's going to be alright, OP! My college kid is abroad. I felt all strange the day he took the plane, and didn't sleep much that night. Big hugs to all sorrowful parents out there.