Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You
I am at Chestnut Street most Saturdays, at the door, and I have been inside it perhaps thirty times in two years.
It is not a family in the shape people want.
It works, and Leo is fine, and I have stopped apologizing for the shape of it.
I have him every other weekend now, and half the summer, and it is a written agreement that we did properly with two attorneys in the second year, because item eight said we would and because I wanted my name on a document that a court would recognize, so that there is a piece of paper in the world that says what I am.
I pay support monthly and it is a normal amount and Jessi took it without any of the ceremony either of us had feared.