Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. My 15 year old grandson told me today “Get away from me. I’m tired of you and Granpa both.” I went in and sat on the sofa. In a little while he called, “Sorry, guys.” And later he said he didn’t mean it and he felt bad for saying it. So I didn’t let on that it hurt me. Poor guy, he’s got a heavy load on him. He cried yesterday and this morning at the bus stop early in the morning, missing his mother who has very little time for him and his dad (they are divorced) whom he doesn’t see often. I try to give him so much love and attention. To make up for it a little. But I guess I can’t really do that. My gift to him was not to make a big deal about it, and hug him and tell him I love him when we said goodbye when his mom got home.