Well wednesday night I took my D2 to the library for a story-time thing. My W knew about it and had expressed interest in coming, so last week I told her she was welcome to join us. I made a point to not mention it again and see if she would follow through. Sure enough she met us there. Our D2 sat with the other kids and we sat next to each other in chairs behind them. It went very well. We talked and laughed together. Afterwards I was going to get ready to leave and I could tell my W didn't want our D2 to go. She kept coming up with reasons for us to stay longer like.."Why don't we look at some kids books" or "let's let D2 play a little longer with the other kids." I agreed. When our D2 was playing, my W and I were talking. I have my D2 this weekend and my W informed me that she would be out of town for the weekend. This means she will be with OM in Indianapolis. I think I did a good job of DBing here. I acknowledged what she said and just keep the convo moving. Didn't let it show that it hurt. When we left my W carried our D2 to my truck and buckled her in. I felt so bad for my D2. She began crying and begging her mom not to go. I didn't intervene, I just let my W explain to her that they would see each other the next day. I could see that my W was ready to start crying. We said goodbye and I headed home. My D2 had a rough night wondering were her mother was.
