My beautiful, talented, brilliant daughter is in the process of uprooting her life--relocating, changing jobs, looking for housing, making new connections--for the man she was planning a future with. She was bubbling with the possibilities of a really great job, and called to tell him she was coming to the area for an interview this weekend. He called back to say "I don't love you."
I can't fix that....but oh, if only I could.
(and yes, I know hyphens are a cheat)