Fly away home ...

... so Kyla decided "out of the blue" to return to her mom's home. No big deal ... though it's starting to feel like a game of musical homes.

And I guess I'm lying when I say "no big deal" ... because we're all slightly bent out of shape and she's been gone a week.

It's not the fact that she went back to her mother's ... I think we all knew that was inevitable ... it's the way she went about the whole thing that rankles. One day she was making plans with Stef and Nic and I ... the next day, she was announcing her departure.

And now all we're left with is a pile of discarded clothes ... a few messages on Facebook ... and the stench of lies and half-truths.

I can't help but wonder if the so-called pregnancy scare earlier in the month was simply an end to a means that back-fired. A plan that assumed that her father would "throw her out" upon finding this out ... it certainly seems a little coincidental that her departure was within days of this ....

I'm still trying to find out what really bothers me about all this ... am I mourning a loss? a perceived failure? rejection? all of the above? or something else?

Oh no ... I'm going to say it again ... time will tell ...