Yesterday was a bit stressful. It’s getting closer and closer to when Jess will be here (2 SLEEPS!). I’m starting to get stressed out about trying to have everything clean and ready and in order. I have a lot to do in the next two days. To make matters worse, Jess’ father interrupted a phone conversation we had yesterday to tell me that he wanted to call my Mom the next day. I said okay, and he already knew the number so he could have done so without telling me. Jess started getting worried that he was going to object to something.
At one point, while on the phone with him, I told him that my parents were very supportive of Jess and I and that she even offered to allow Jess to live with her if she were going to be uncomfortable living together or if it would make her father feel better. I figured this is what he wanted to talk to my mom about. I figured he was designing a new objection and it was going to be the fact that Jess and I would be living under the same roof.
Jess told me, which made me indescribably happy, that, regardless of what he objected to, what he wanted, or what happened, she was coming. Even if that meant coming without his approval. We decided it would be best to get the phone call over with, and I called my mom to ask her to call him. She agreed, and Jess told her dad that she was going to call and then left the house.
My mom and dad said the conversation went very well. It only lasted 15 minutes or so. They said he was very nice, and funny, and seemed like a really good guy. He said over and over again about how much he liked me and praised my parents for their ability to raise children. He said that, even if he had to choose, he couldn’t pick someone better for Jess than me. He said that the only thing he didn’t like was that I lived so far away. My dad and mom tried to calm his fears by letting him know that, regardless of what happened between Jess and I, they would make sure she was taken care of. If we were fighting or unhappy, she could stay with them or, if she didn’t like that, they’d buy her a hotel room. In the event that she wanted to go home, if I were unwilling to buy the return ticket, and Jess didn’t have the money, my parents would purchase it, and make sure she got to the airport. My dad added a nice cheese-ball touch by saying, “She’s part of our family now.”
He never asked about her staying there, and never objected, at least to them, about us living under the same roof. Jess’ dad made it very clear that, his only real objection was that Jess had originally planned not to stay in school and that, now that she is taking correspondence courses, while he still doesn’t want her to go, he is excited and happy for her to experience something new.
They even small talked about how my parents are going to see “The Lion King” tomorrow.
I’m not sure what alternate reality I’ve shifted into, but everything seems to be coming together well.
