Junior learns what "just friends" means.

Sooooooooo...

The day's heartbreak came not only for son, but for mom as well. Hub came home from work earlier, bringing our son with him.

"They called me to come get him from school," he said. "His blood pressure was up, his pulse was up. They said he hasn't eaten since Saturday..."

He walked in the room and I saw him. He breathed in a weird pattern and his heart pumped along at about 120 beats per minute.

Congratulations, son. It's your first panic attack.

I slipped him half a nerve pill and, in half an hour, he felt better. The knot in his stomach loosened a bit and he ate a couple of hot dogs. I took him with me to do some errands because I don't like giving pills without a prescription, but I felt it was an emergency. Trust me, Mom's had her share of panic attacks.

He learned what "just friends" meant today, when he tried to say "hello" and she turned up her nose and walked off. He's trying to get me to load up MSN on his new puter, and, for some reason, it won't install. I've got work to do, he doesn't need to torment himself, and he needs to find something nice and easy to do.

He can't think of anything else, he says. Can't fix his broken heart. Wish I could, though. Wish I could.

Help. Lord, help me. He came in to inform me that her Myspace page indicates that she feels "guilty." I told him it's not right to be happy over stuff like that and he's just making it worse for him, nursing that bruise in his psyche, so now I'm not privy to any more information.

I just want to cry. Okay, I am crying. I wanted my children not to be me.