Stephane
I couldn’t believe I had gotten so upset with Wyatt. After that night we put the whole incident behind us and moved on. Before that I guess I always worried that I wasn’t enough for him, but I put that fear behind me, mostly. It was around the end of April, beginning of May that I finally met Wyatt’s parents in person. I had spoken to them on the phone on plenty of occasions and even Skyped a time or two, but that was the first time we had actually met in person. His father was wonderful. He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and told Wyatt how beautiful I was. His mother was a little standoffish. I guess I understood. He was her baby boy after all. She told him initially that she worried for us being so “different.” “Mom, it’s a different time than it was for y
