Last night at dinner, we brought it up. We're going to be out of town (actually, we told my dad that we are going to help Tom's sister move) and while we are gone, we found a place for you to stay.
D - you don't have to do that. I'll be fine.
M - You'll have your own room, meals (probably better than my cooking), and we'll come get you when we get back.
D - I'll just go - - -( you can see his mind trying to find something) back where I stayed before.
M - ok, that'll be fine. We leave on Monday, and we'll take you over for lunch that day.
D - I'll go sometime during the week.
M - ok, that'll work.
How did we do? Tom actually started the conversation because all through the day when I thought of it, I started to tear up. After the start, I think it went well. To the naked eye, with what I wrote, it may not look like it. But the subject was brought up, the sky didn't fall down, and now we can bring it up again, hoping for the same type of response. yeah!!!
By the way, my dad knew me today. :)
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