Resolve.

For the life of me, I cannot come up with a humorous and clever way of relaying the tale of the meeting at the hospital.

So, suffice it to say, I, with my girlfriend in tow, sat with her (ex-wife), with her boyfriend in tow.  We ate some food, drank some coffee and generally acted like civil adults do.  Which, given my level of maturity, is quite a feat.  This interaction was encouraging enough for me to accept a dinner invitation this saturday in which we will all sit and eat once again, outside of the confines of a hospital room, and a sick child.

Basically, we will have free reign to act as the asshole we may, or may not be.  But, I will say this, first impressions are quite important, and a good one seems to go a long way.  In that regard, it appears we are some steps ahead of the game, for the first impressions were somewhat encouraging.

I am not blind.  I can see that it would be more beneficial for my child if I got along with the people who are in his life, even if I wish it did not have to be so. 

In that respect, this is more about looking out for his mental well being, than, being the “bigger person” per say, even though there has been no real hostility towards my girlfriend in this matter anyway.  It is better to build bridges, than to make fences, especially in this case I think, so, I will take my one hundred and eighty degree turn, and enter this interaction with as open a mind as I can muster.

I suppose I can relay my feelings on the matter without mentioning names, and besides, most of my loyal readers know the characters involved anyway.  It seems, that my hip-hoppy assumptions may have been a bit off the mark. 

All in all, the guy seemed like a decent fellow, again, this is from a first impression, under some duress, and little sleep mind you.  Then again, it didn’t hurt to have my support system in place there as well, I am reasonably certain it would have been much harder to handle had I not someone by my side like how I have to prop me up, and lend me strength when I had none left.

But we both agreed, there was nothing not to like, and so, we shall venture forth this saturday and have some asian cuisine.  I need to be okay with all of this, my son deserves at least that much.  I have already failed him enough, but now, maybe I can stop the cycle of change, and give him some sort of familiarity, and stability, and peace.  So with that in mind, I will do my very best to show that boy that daddys friend, is daddys friend, just like he heard, and that we did not lie to him.

In the end, those boys will be all I have, and I know I have a lot of making up to do. 

We never stop growing up, if we’re lucky.

Live it, Love it, (Accept it)

-Tobas

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    UPDATE DEMANDED

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