him is exponentially better than
 
 being alone. Especially when
 
 I’m wired. But not so much
 
 when I’m coming down. That’s
 
 when those little differences
 
 really get on my nerves. Then we
 
 argue. Sometimes we fight.
 
 Always, we make up with heart
 
 felt apologies and great sex.
 
 So maybe the compromise
 
 is worth it, after all.
 
 The Scariest Thing
 
 I’m facing now is trying to get
 
 Hunter out of my mother’s grasp.
 
 But he is my baby, damnit.
 
 Finally, I find the courage to call.
 
 “Hi, Mom. Trey and I are all set
 
 up in our own apartment.
 
 We want to bring Hunter for
 
 a visit. Can we come pick him
 
 up?” How will this go?
 
 Mom is silent for several
 
 seconds. Do you really
 
 think that’s a good idea?
 
 I’ve rehearsed this. I know
 
 what to say. “I appreciate
 
 that you’ve taken such good
 
 care of him. But he needs
 
 to get used to being around
 
 his mom…and stepfather.”