First, I have to say that FDH has been wonderful and so supportive since I've been home from rehab. He's even attended two AA meetings with me. Tonight he even asked me if he could go. He's thrilled to have "his old Anne back" and has been really great about dealing with his kids and ex better and including me in decisions. So, great!

This is the first weekend in memory that haven't had a drink. On Saturday nights, FDH and I would sit out on the porch or by the outside fire pit and drink and he's smoke a cigar, I'd smoke some cigs (normally chew nicotine gum), and listen the music. It was always our peaceful time together. Tonight after the AA meeting, we decided to do the same thing without the booze. We were sitting on the porch having a great time, talking about how we felt about missing the drinks, but how good it feels to get up in the morning now, etc... GREAT NIGHT. Special night. We are trying to learn to keep what's good (enjoying evening outdoors) while excluding the bad. And we really just needed some solid uninterrupted time together as we are rebuilding this relationship-- both fixing our wrongs.

Then SD15 calls. She was babysitting for a semi-friend of ours who lives about 15-20 minutes from here. (SD lives 45 minutes from here). The mother of the kids was supposed to be home super late so SD15 was supposed to spend the night there and the mom would take her home tomorrow. Well, the mom got home at 11, the kids were in bed and SD15 wanted to go home. And guess who is sitting alone at home on StepTalk right now? It's definitely not BM, whose weekend this is. I am just so disappointed that instead of telling his daughter we need to go with the pre-determined plan or telling her that BM needed to get her, it was our night that was ruined. He will be gone for at least another hour. Happy Sober Saturday Night to Me!