...something comes along and knocks you down.

I thought I was doing so much better. My son went away for 9 days with his mother. I had a really hard time, but the report back was that he was doing okay on this visit, which made me feel much better about the whole thing.

I drove to California to pick him up the day before Mother's Day, and I met with his mother for a bit before she went back to her house. There wasn't much for us to say to eachother, so I guess that means I have come to realize there is nothing left but memories. As I was putting my son in my car and getting ready to leave,

It seems as if many of the old faces have faded away and a whole mass of new ones have appeared. In most cases in the world that would be good...but sadly, we are all in some sort of horrible situation that was forced upon us in one way or another.

As for me, much has changed.

At a certain point where actually filing for divorce become imminent, the x2b reverted into wanting to give things another shot. She insisted that we give it a try and even promised to move from California to Las Vegas to make things work. We had discussed living separately, but seeing each other once in a while to

Well...it's been a while. I almost feel guilty for staying away so long as so much has changed in my life.

In my last post, I mentioned that my son's mother was going to fly to Vegas to pick him up and fly back for 2 weeks...so...she did actually come through on that end and I did take him to the airport.

After the 3rd day with his mother in California, she called and said he had been crying and asking for daddy and asking to go home. She wasn't sure if he was going to make it 2 weeks.

Needless to say, on that Thursday (he flew out Saturday), she called and said she wanted to send meet up