I turned around to see my mom smiling at me like the cat who ate the canary. "What?" I ask because I know she has something to say.
"Why, Grant Phillips, I believe you have met your match. If you don't find a way to get that girl tied down, I may never have grandbabies!"
"Mom, I just met her today. Also, I was kind of an ass, so this won't be easy. However, I believe she'll be worth it. If she can deal with my demons. Is it fair to ask such an angel to deal with the devil?"
"Sweetie, even the devil was an angel at one point in time. You have been through hell and survived. That doesn't make you the devil. You deserve happiness more than anyone I know. I wish you could see what I see in you."
But I don't let my mom see my darker side. I can't. It would crush her. My PTSD is a daily str
