My Son-s Friend-s Uncontrollable Sex Makes Me C... -

But Jake isn’t my son. I can’t ground him or send him to therapy. All I can do is offer leftovers, listen without judgment, and hope he eventually learns what I’ve observed from the bleachers: that uncontrollable love stories make for great melodrama, but terrible lives.

This time, it was Alex. Alex was different—quiet, artistic, emotionally intelligent. For a month, Jake was calm. He talked about road trips and future apartments. I let myself hope. Then the possessiveness crept in. Jake started tracking Alex’s location. He’d show up unannounced. He called twenty times during one family dinner. When Alex finally ended it, Jake collapsed on my couch and said, “No one will ever love me like that again.” I’d heard that exact sentence about Mia. My Son-s Friend-s Uncontrollable Sex Makes Me C...

My son Leo has learned to set boundaries. “Jake, I can’t listen to another breakup play-by-play tonight,” he’ll say. But as a parent, it’s harder. I want to shake Jake gently and say: Love isn’t supposed to feel like an emergency. I want to tell him that the right relationship won’t require him to abandon his friends, monitor someone’s Instagram story, or cry in a Target parking lot at midnight. But Jake isn’t my son