Thanksgiving brought both pieces of my world together in one place for the first time. The worlds didn't exactly collide, they just sort of bounced off each other as a first pass.
I brought daddy home for Thanksgiving this year. He met my kids and my parents...along with other assorted relatives and friends. He and I were both nervous as hell. My nervousness stemmed from how my kids would react to someone not their father in my life; while his stemmed from just meeting everyone for the first time. I know that was unfair of me to do that, but I figured the more people around, the less likely it would be that he'd have to be the center of their attention. This is one time that I thought that he'd be quite alright without that.
The day went pretty well. Nobody was too tweaked. They seem to have liked him. I didn't receive any phone calls. And the highest praise came from my son, who said that daddy was "cool". (because he watches StarGate)
I smiled and thought "yeah, I think he's cool, too".