Daughter finally kicked her rotten boyfriend out of the house Friday night – she’s done this before and taken him back after he promises never to take another drink, yadda yadda yadda.
This time I think she’ll stick to it – mostly because his leaving means that she has no way to get to the Springsteen concert in Minneapolis tonight. She spent $300 for the tickets and there is no one else who can go. (It’s 400 miles from here.)
The silver lining is that she’ll be madder at him for making her miss the concert than she is because of the bruises. The marks, she forgets. Bruce, she won’t.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.