I was telling my sister Sarah (really go click on her name) one of my Max stories the other day. She laughed appropriately, and then said, “You know, you gotta write these things down. You should blog about Max.” So, apparently she never reads The Pilver. Well it is a funny story so I am going to indulge her, just to get her over here.
Max hasn’t lived with or near his father since we divorced when he was one year old. It is certainly something we talk about. I explained the bare bones of what a divorce is. He does not fully understand the whys and the hows but it is something he accepts.
A few months ago, a few months after I met tg, I decided that it was time for the two of them to meet. Max isn’t shy and one of the first things he ever said to him was, “Do you know why my daddy doesn’t live here?”
I was so nervous already, and this conversation start-up wasn’t helping things at all. Then tg waited for the answer and max sung in a beautiful opera voice, “DIIIIIIIIIIVOOOOOOOOORRCEE!”
So that was enough of an ice-breaker.