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"David and I had a lunch date on Saturday. His sister was skating with her buddies, and the rink is 40 minutes away, so it didn&amp;#039;t make much sense to come home for a short while and have to head out again. Instead, David and I sat and had some pizza at a local pizzeria, then did some grocery shopping, and it culminated with a trip to the pet store, where he loves seeing the turtles and petting the cats with his fingertips through the cages. And while we did all that, we talked. He asked about my work and I asked about his school. We talked about our friends and what movie we&amp;#039;d watch at bedtime and whether or not Anna would have her friends sleep over (because that meant that David got to sleep in Mommy&amp;#039;s bed - which is just as much of a treat for me as it is for him, I think). We laughed and we joked and we told each other all kinds of stuff. David talked a lot about Peter, as well, mostly repetitious stuff like &amp;quot;I went to the movies with my Daddy. We saw Harry Potter.&amp;quot; Or &amp;quot;I was at Disneyworld with my Daddy, and we had pizza.&amp;quot; I&amp;#039;ve heard it all, over and over, until he shared a bit more. &amp;quot;I was at Stacie&amp;#039;s house with my Daddy,&amp;quot; he said. He&amp;#039;s mentioned her off and on, usually in the context of something they all did together. &amp;quot;Oh? Did you have fun?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah. Anna and Maddie were very loud.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s OK, they were having fun, too,&amp;quot; I reassured him. He doesn&amp;#039;t like loud noise. &amp;quot;Me and Stacie were dancing.&amp;quot; That got my attention. &amp;quot;You and Stacie were dancing?&amp;quot; I queried. &amp;quot;Yeah. I was playing music and I asked her &amp;#039;Dance me&amp;#039; and we danced.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m glad you had fun.&amp;quot; I said. He went back to his pizza, and I sat there trying my hardest not to like this woman, but damn if it wasn&amp;#039;t working. OK, so she had an affair with another woman&amp;#039;s husband behind her husband&amp;#039;s back. Specifically, she had an affair with my husband, and that&amp;#039;s not something that&amp;#039;s easy to forget. But just then, she was the woman who took a moment to listen to my son - my autistic son who isn&amp;#039;t so easy to listen to sometimes - and she danced with him. It&amp;#039;s hard not to give someone brownie points for that. I doubt she and I will ever be be galpals or even much more than nodding acquaintances at best, but she was good to my kid, and that counts for something with me. Do you find yourself surprised when your ex&amp;#039;s significant other does something decent? I sure was. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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