After more than a decade and a half, it has finally happened: I've found the girl of my dreams.
That is, Tall Son has finally brought home the woman I've been waiting for him to bring home.
She's phenomenal. I liked her instantly. I mean, instantly.
Her kids are phenomenal, especially her clever, smart, articulate 11-year-old son.
But every silver lining apparently must have a dark cloud wrapped around it: in this case, an ex-husband who makes the husband in Sleeping With the Enemy look somewhat normal.
But she has a restraining order (for what that's worth), he lives in another state, and there is past evidence that he's actually a coward when any third parties are around.
My mood: worried, but hopeful.