Guys…I’m living in a broken home.
Ok, broken home is maybe a little dramatic, but my host mom’s boyfriend (my self proclaimed “host dad”) broke up with her today. This is a serious bummer, since I really liked him and he practically lived with us. Sophie seems ok, but I know she’s got to be really upset. They’ve been together for years and I can’t imagine her not being affected. I keep wondering if I’ll see him again. As another native English speaker, he was such a great resource for me around here…I wasn’t expecting him to just up and disappear. I don’t like this, not one bit!
The worst part is it came in the form of a letter, written in English. This doesn’t really seem fair since Sophie’s not a fluent English speaker, and it was a bit awkward because she read the letter to me and asked for clarification on a few phrases. I didn’t know what to say, and I just felt awful. The writing was really vague and neither of us is actually 100% sure it was a break up letter.
This is a situation in which I certainly didn’t expect to find myself. I don’t really know what I should do to help Sophie. I suppose that just spending some time with her (as well as giving her lots of space) is all I can do. Tomorrow she’s going to teach me how to make ratatouille, which I’m excited about.
Hopefully she will be as positive about this situation tomorrow as she has been today!
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