Put it on the calendar…

…my name was put on the envelope. And the inside of the card. From Jen’s mother.

Did you know that when we got together, I was a bitch?
Did you know that because I was in the relationship, the kids were going to be horrible and perverted?
Did you know that Jen’s mother could never come around because I was so mean to her all the time? (I saw her twice.)
Did you know that we were going to ruin our kids because of our lifestyle?
Did you know that we lived in a sex play house?

Have you actually talked to me? Been around me? Been to my house?

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

But at our thanksgiving potluck, all of that changed. She discovered that the children were polite and helpful. She discovered that we did not have a sex play house. She discovered that I wasn’t such a bad person after all. She discovered that because I am in the picture, the kids get to experience a world they would have missed. She discovered that if she took a few minutes and actually shared space with me, that I loved her daughter and son-in-law and children. And that I would do anything for them.

And now, for the first time in 5 years – my name is on the cards addressed to the family. She has been in my house. And I am invited to hers.

Baby steps got us here.

peace…