So, the breakfast. I survived! More shockingly, it was pleasant. Lordy lord.
I think it helped that Dad started it off on the right foot. He and Sue had offered to pick me up on the way to the breakfast, and I agreed because they would have had to go past my place anyway. So when Dad knocked on the door, I opened it, half-dreading that it was going
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Let's say it's a good thing it's done and you won't have to see her for a while?
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That's EXACTLY it. That articulates how I feel about her, whatever my reaction was.
Let's say it's a good thing it's done and you won't have to see her for a while?
Dad, yes. Her no. And I don't think Dad will push it either. He didn't ask me to meet her until I hinted that it was okay. So I reckon I'll be able to handle it at my own pace, which is a relief. And knowing that Dad is sensitive to our feelings about it makes me feel better. I ADORED my dad as a kid. He can still be a good guy.
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