Your three-year-old can meet his father for the first time in his life.
Followed in quick succession by a meet-up at the Museum of Natural History with said father of your three-year-old. Yes, the same one your three-year-old just met.
Followed in quick succession by a meet-up at the Museum of Natural History with said father of your three-year-old. Yes, the same one your three-year-old just met.
And because you were extra coordinated and magnanimous, and maybe drinking on the day you sent that email, three-year-old father's girlfriend has been invited to meet you and your kids at the Museum, where boyfriend (!!) has accompanied you. Because someone has to provide some moral support for you. And well, boyfriend has, amazingly, offered to be that person. Which is why, let's face it, he was even a candidate in the first place to become a boyfriend. Because we all know how well the man thing has been going up until now.
So then, feeling In The Holiday Spirit, you invite boyfriend (!!) to be at Early Christmas - which one can find in the Divorced Family Calendar, about a month after Late Thanksgiving, and shortly before Every Other New Year.
Boyfriend (!!) arrives fashionably late for Early Christmas, meets your ex-husband, and everyone settles in to watch the opening (mauling) of the presents under the tree. Including a couple of packages from your husband's girlfriend. Whom you end up meeting at your older son's birthday, after asking husband to bring her so you can finally meet the girl who has been spending weekends with your kids.
Mass confusion at birthday party on attendees' parts - but since you come from a successfully divorced family, having your boyfriend, your ex-husband, and his girlfriend all there to celebrate your son turning 7 doesn't faze you at all.
Because it's not about you. It's about the kids enjoying as much love and support as the world will give them. No matter how weird the rest of the world thinks your little family bramblebush is.
Boyfriend (!!) arrives fashionably late for Early Christmas, meets your ex-husband, and everyone settles in to watch the opening (mauling) of the presents under the tree. Including a couple of packages from your husband's girlfriend. Whom you end up meeting at your older son's birthday, after asking husband to bring her so you can finally meet the girl who has been spending weekends with your kids.
Mass confusion at birthday party on attendees' parts - but since you come from a successfully divorced family, having your boyfriend, your ex-husband, and his girlfriend all there to celebrate your son turning 7 doesn't faze you at all.
Because it's not about you. It's about the kids enjoying as much love and support as the world will give them. No matter how weird the rest of the world thinks your little family bramblebush is.
