It's coming to pass that my beautiful boy's mother will be in the area, and she'd like to come over and see our new place. He suggested that we all go out for dinner as well.
I'm excited as a person can be. His mother is someone whom I love dearly(his whole family has taken me in, really), and her opinion is very important to me. I'm not worried about what she'll think about the apartment, though-I'm curious to know what she'll think of the relationship between her son and I.
There is a part of me that fervently hopes that she'll act as though everything is normal. Molehills become mountains, so why can't it work the other way?
But then, there's a part of me that hopes that when he walks away, she'll lean in for a conspiratorial whisper, asking me what happened. I want to tell her. I want her(or just someone, anyone, that isn't me) to grab him and shake him and tell him to think about what he's doing.
Either way, I'm happy to see her. I don't have a mother in any real sense of the word, and I think she's as close as I may ever come.
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