him is exponentially better than
being alone. Especially when
I’m wired. But not so much
when I’m coming down. That’s
when those little differences
really get on my nerves. Then we
argue. Sometimes we fight.
Always, we make up with heart
felt apologies and great sex.
So maybe the compromise
is worth it, after all.
The Scariest Thing
I’m facing now is trying to get
Hunter out of my mother’s grasp.
But he is my baby, damnit.
Finally, I find the courage to call.
“Hi, Mom. Trey and I are all set
up in our own apartment.
We want to bring Hunter for
a visit. Can we come pick him
up?” How will this go?
Mom is silent for several
seconds. Do you really
think that’s a good idea?
I’ve rehearsed this. I know
what to say. “I appreciate
that you’ve taken such good
care of him. But he needs
to get used to being around
his mom…and stepfather.”