Teenage Tantrum

The closer it got to Sunday the more nervous I became. I tried talking to Jax about why I was nervous, but I found it difficult to even start the conversation. I just could not figure out a right way to spit out that I was afraid that our children were going to tear us apart. I know that their happiness comes before anything, but I was starting to really fall for Jax. Something was telling me that we were doing this introduction thing too soon. It was a weird premonition that I could feel in my bones.

When Sunday arrived, I woke up with a twisted feeling in my gut. No matter how much I tried to plan for today, I still felt like I had not done enough. I could control the food, the drinks, and for the most part the environment but I could not control the children’s behavior or actions. The weird thing was that I was not overly concerned with how my children were going to handle the situation, but rather how his kids were going to react.