I smiled as I shook my head, “We’re not doing anything like making out in the living room.” I tell her. “I don’t know what son you are imagining, but that’s not me.”
“Nope, but it's fine,” she said. “Just follow the rules.”
I hesitated for a second, “Mom, I want to invite him over to dads. It won’t be this weekend, but next.”
“That’s not fast?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I just want to introduce him as a friend and see if Dad would like him,” I said. “I think I want to show him, too, that I’m doing fine. Dad, I mean. Like having friends and that he doesn’t have to be worried.”
“I’m sure your dad knows you’re okay. He wouldn’t have let you stay with me if he didn’t,” she said trying to reassure me. “There’s no reason for you to have to prove to him that you're doing well. Has he said anything like that to you?”
