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I hear comments constantly about the shortcomings that go with being raised in a single parent environment, and I can't for the life of me determine where these know-it-alls get their information.
Child custody was not an issue; I'm 20 years old and a senior at the local university.
Anyway, this all happened over three years ago, and everything turned out for the best.
Dad married his secretary just to make their affair legitimate.
They have a daughter now, and Dad is back to changing diapers again and all that "Dad stuff".
Mom has more time to devote to her personal welfare, and the results are showing beautifully.
She goes her way and I go mine and we are as compatible as a mother and son can be under the circumstances. Mom had a dinner meeting with some business associates, and I, being the typical young man constantly feeling his need to spread some wild oats, had spent the evening unsuccessfully doing so. I noticed some lights on upstairs so I naturally assumed that Mom had also ended her evening.
When I reached the top of the stairs I could hear her humming softly.
The light in her bedroom was on and the door was partly opened. " "Hi there," she replied cheerfully and I could tell instantly that part of that cheer had been liquid that evening.
One of the main issues for the divorce was that my mom was more successful than my dad, and he was too macho to accept that fact.
I'm sure they had other differences leading up to the separation, but the career status thing was the biggee.
It certainly couldn't have been that my mom wasn't woman enough.
She was certainly not a centerfold candidate, but no man in his right mind would kick her out of bed.