This question from Sher is near and dear to the ticker, because I can soooooo relate.

how do you handle an all of a sudden change in attitude/feeling; for example, my ex decided that the relationship wasn’t for him, but this feeling didn’t happen until he moved back with his parents. Everyone around me (family & friends) say his parents has something to do with the change, i remain naive in this instance. My mother swear we are going to get back together, she thinks he’s licking his wounds, trying to find out how to approach me. I find myself constantly entertaining the thought of getting back with him, we are both each other’s first loves, and both the longest and most serious relationship either one of us has been in.

Sher, by the sounds of it, you and your ex-rainbeau are pretty young. You better be, because if your boyfriend moved back in with his parents and he’s over 28 then you must POOF! BE GONE! him.

You mentioned that he didn’t start to change until he moved back with his parents, so yeah, they’ve probably put a bug in his ear, especially if his parents tend to lean on the conservative, non-dirty-weed-smoking hippie side of the fence. Unless they have wallpaper of the Confederate flag in the living room, chances are they’re just concerned for their son’s future, and their OWN STATUS with thier friends and family. If swirling isn’t common on his family tree, his parents have a lot of ‘splainin to do, which can be quite disquieting for them.

As I mentioned in another blog, I know for a fact that my mother-in-law expected her youngest son–her baby–to marry some blonde California babe. She never even had a black friend.

Now I’m not going to lie, all this rejection is bound to cause a snag. But before I give my full perspective, Sher mentioned that she would like the feedback from all of you, sweet little tenderfoot she is. I’ll chime in after I’ve gathered all my thoughts and taken a short, 8 hour nap. In the meantime, help a BB&W sistah out!

Okay, I’m back. Here’s how I will answer this question. In my unual cryptic way:

You can’t hear me, and lucky for you, but I’m singing, “you have to live a little, give a little, doo doo dooo dooo a little, that’s the story of, that’s the glory of love!**