Monday, April 22, 2013
I went to Calgary this past weekend for the dance stampede. I decided to not compete a few weeks before the weekend.
Loosing my job just over a week before we were supposed to go threw a monkey wrench into everything, but we still went. Most of the "stuff" was already paid for, so we decided - Hubby and I both - to still go.
I got a chance to have supper with my daughter on Friday night. She introduced me to her new boyfriend. He seems okay, but neither of them have a job. It's beyond frustrating. I am hoping he gets out and looks soon.
Anyhow, he seems nice enough, and my daughter is happy, so that's the most important thing.
Saturday was a day full of lessons and competitions to watch. We met a couple that is from Regina who also compete. They train with instructors out of Alberta as well. I introduced myself and let them know about who I am, and Hubby, and how Hubby's trying to learn to dance, and the struggles there. We have decided to connect and get together to work on dance, help teach my hubby to dance, to train for competitions, etc. I'm looking forward to it.
Saturday night my son and his ex girlfriend came for supper and the show. It was great to meet her. She's a wonderful person. My son is so lucky to have her as a friend. She's decided she's not going to let my son be so anti-social anymore. She helped him to come out. She's incredibly supportive of him. I love it. He's already told me if things were different, he'd ask her to marry him. He really cares for her.
My son is also doing great now. He's happier than I've seen him in years. I think a huge part of that all has been figuring out who he is, and being able to be honest with those around him about it.
Hubby asked me at the end of the evening what was going on. He caught some comments that he didn't understand. I told him Ryan is gay. His response was to see how I was dealing with that information. Then we talked. We talked about when I found out. About how I didn't know how to tell him. About how I was going to tell him once I digested the information, but that was the day he came home drunk and injured. About how I didn't know how to tell him after that.
His whole response was that it really isn't any of his business, and he hopes I am dealing well with the information. I honestly don't know how Hubby is dealing with this information. I think since my son lives so far away, and hubby is starting to see what a fine young man my son is becoming hubby is confused as to what to think.
I'm okay with that. It tells me hubby can change. He can unlearn his prejudices. I'm not going to push anything, but I think in time hubby may actually be okay with the whole situation.
So overall it was a great weekend. Lots of stressors that were just hanging in the air were cleared up. Hubby and I talked about his injuries from last weekend. The situation about my son is no longer just hanging there, with only me knowing what's going on.
Hubby is excited to get back to learning to dance. That's one nice thing about this past weekend. He really wants to learn again. I love that.
So that about sums up the whole weekend. It was nice.
The only bad part was my a-ha moment. However, that was a slap of reality. I needed it. Now I can change it.