My lovely seventeen year old son, Nick, has been offered a room in a house with some people with whom he gets on really well.The house is five minutes away, Nick works for his dad so I'll see him all the time, and yet I feel absolutely slaughtered. I can't stop crying...and I know I'm overreacting - I mean it isn't as if he's going across the world...but it hurts so. I wish I knew why my heart feels this way.Nick and I have a volatile relationship; he pushes my buttons, I yell and then we hug. Lord...he's grown up so fast....too fast...they're not little for long...I always thought that because I have a very strong identity outsiide of parenting, my kids leaving home wouldn't hurt so much...I was wrong.I keep thinking of things I've done wrong as a parent; what I wish I'd done better and I've been paranoid my Nick's leaving because he thinks I don't love him. He'd think I was crazy if I said that to him; he knows I love him.I'm carefully controlling my emotions around him; I don't want him to feel manipulated. He's excited; this is a normal rite of paasage and he should be supported. Realistically too, I know that when I get over this, and he's bringing his dirty washing around, and raiding the fridge etc, there'll be times it will annoy the shit out of me.I hope my beautiful; boy will know that he's always got a bed here. I Love him :bawling:/> Love him.SDoes anyone out there understand this....?