I used to think heartbreak was losing a guy.
I was wrong.
The deepest pain comes when your own child disappoints you. No one lives in your heart the way your child does. They carry your love, your hopes, your prayers, and the dreams you held for them before they could hold any of their own.
When they make choices that wound you, reject what you taught them, or become someone you hardly recognise, the grief lands hard. It carries sorrow for who they are and mourning for who they could have been.
This heartbreak bruises love to the bone. This grief bears their name.
The hardest truth is that love stays. You love your child through every break in your heart. You keep hurting. You keep hoping. You keep praying they find their way back.