I like that image--you and your 16-year-old baby. She already has the true instincts of a woman.
I think that your H MUST be ashamed. It can't be very comfy to sit in a truck in the middle of a southern summer night--unless you're in the mountains.
The sense of shame might account for what seems to be an effort to keep his daughters and OW separate from each other (I'm thinking of the fireworks party, when they had no invites). I know that my H practically ties himself into pretzels trying to protect his beloved from the hostility of DD11. She's been too grilled in politeness to SAY anything, but I have a strong suspicion that she LOOKS daggers.
My H hasn't bought anything for the children for Christmas, Easter, or their birthdays, but before their first meeting with OW, he took them to the toy store, the book store, and the ice cream store. Subtle.
