Okay, so remember this?
Well, you are doing better than me, if you remember it. Because I had darn near forgot it even happened. I mean, it's been more than a month. I sort of assumed that Jason and I wouldn't hear anything back.
And that's fine, you know? We weren't mean. We were very clear in what we were after. And, we thought, it just wasn't meant to be.
So yesterday? I come home and open up my mailbox and there is a letter.
This time? Addressed to both of us. Not just Jason.
Now, was it the apology I hoped for? No. It didn't say, "You know, I really screwed up and apparently if my son loves you then you are a Pretty, Pretty Princess and I was totally wrong and I suck and you rule". And let's be honest. That would be pretty unrealistic.
But it was an apology.
I didn't expect an apology. I so didn't expect an apology that I looked at Jason and said, "Oh shit. She apologized. What do we do now?"
There was no plan because there was never going to be an apology.
I don't know what to do now. Nothing? Something? I'm not sure.
It's been four years since Jason's talked to them. More than like four and a half years since I've talked to any of them.
I don't know what you say after four years. I really don't.
Then, I was driving to work this morning and my mom called and said, "I could really tell you've lost weight. Your walking is really paying off. You are looking really good."
This is huge.
Did everyone in that town drink the Kool-Aid or what?
What the crap?