mk, I thought you knew for sure your h wasn't involved in drugs?
your mom is wise, though, about this. its support for his children. cut and dried. and what an ass for not stepping up. how dare he.
hmmmm...mk being tempted out of anonymity...hmmm. I know its scary, but helps to meet in a public place that you are familiar with if at all possible. that made it easier for me. I didn't know the restaurant we met at in boston, but I knew the area really well, and had my escape plan if they all turned out to be a bunch of internet freaks trolling for women in desperate straits.
the first time I met people in person that I knew online, it was a group of women (4 of us total) and was this summer. we had known each other online (used to write stories together) for 3 years when we finally decided to go ahead and meet. it was sooo much fun, and I had talked to them on the phone and e-mailed and chatted for so long that I just felt like I really knew them. my MIL was still afraid I'd be sold into white slavery, though, so I made sure to call her as soon as I arrived.
it can be freaky, but it can be wonderful, too. but then, I'm the queen of paranoia...I make sure things are very comfortable for me, and that I have an escape plan should things just seem off somehow. I know you'll understand that, although I'm sure others think I am nuts.
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"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
