Well, there was one new thing going on. I just met OM for the first time. He came with W to pick D up tonight. I figured it was a matter of time, so I told her to bring him into the house. Seems like a nice enough guy, although he is 13 years older than W and dresses like a 14 year old. From what I understand, he is a kid that just never grew up. He still rides BMX bikes and skateboards with his friends. I did most of the talking, very short and cordial. It gave me extreme butterflies, as I really felt like stuffing this little man into a pretzel. Controlling that feeling lets me know that I am growing, because a year ago I would have done just that. I think I handled myself really well.
Now, to just get rid of this horrible feeling in my gut as they all three drive away....
