But whenever people say, "They'll break hearts one day!", I cringe and rebuke the curse. Yes, that's a curse. Heartbreakers are jerks and assholes. They don't keep their promises. They play with affections. They sleep around. They disrespect women. They don't commit.
They are not my sons.
My sons are sweet and tender. They are kind and affectionate. They are trusting and they don't lie either. They are well mannered. They are little gentlemen, just like their Papa. They will never be heartbreakers.
So every time someone says of my boys, "They'll grow up to be heartbreakers," I immediately say, "No. Please take that back. They will be good men."
I know, I know. It's a compliment. It's meant well, and I appreciate the sentiment. But my world is made of words and I know their power. Repeat a word often enough to refer to someone and he becomes it. Let's not wield that word so carelessly, and maybe our boys will grow up to be gentlemen who will melt and mend hearts, not break them.
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