Today, four days before the one-year anniversary of The Great Fuck-You, my step-dad was offered a job. A job that pays well enough (although still way less than he made before). A job he actually wants.
We went out to eat tonight to look over the offer (yes I brought my negotiating book).
My step-dad was so happy. My mom was so happy.
I even let them pay for dinner and didn't have an internal struggle or panic attack or anything.*
Even in the midst of difficult things, my dears. Good shit can happen.
*Okay, I had a little internal struggle. I got over it.