Magic
So let me tell you, life has been different lately. My Mother and I have been fostering three children, and they're teenagers, it's been a lot. Moreso because one has some anger problems and we're just doing this day by day. I like to think these kids are better off with us since we're good people and I think they've slowly been improving. It all takes time and we're doing our best.
About last night,
One of our forsters was at his grandmother's for the weekend. And my mother and two fosters were out to eat with my Mother's fiance and his relatives. So lately my ex and I have been hanging out and we're growing a bit on each other again. Things change, sometimes for the better. I invited her over since she told me that this weekend she wasn't heading off for Illinois.
Turns out she's just not much in the mood for visiting family with her own living situation being the way it is here, which is to say not good. So We hungout for most of the night on my bed. Just talking, addressing what our own involvement with each other is. And we just haven't labeled it, but I think we're just still there for each other. Not to mention she's been through a lot and I think she just really needed to talk.
We then decided to head off to Freetail Brewing for dinner. Now this place has a really gritty look aside from the building, which is endearing. But holy shit is their parking lot almost nonexistent. It's just pot holes, water, dirt and gravel. I'm guessing times have been rough on the place, we noticed birds going in and out of holes to other holes in their corrugated sheet metal roof structure.
I ordered a nice small "Supreme Batastrophe" pizza. My ex ordered a nice sandwich with a cup of chili. It was quite nice. They also have shit ton of art in the place, looks awesome. After we ate and after I also purchased one of their souvenir trucker hats, camouflage with their logo! We headed out to the patio watching the trains go by, at this point it was now Dusk.
We were then greeted by chirps and clicks of none other than Mexican Freetail Bats. These little guys were the ones we saw going out of one part of the metal roof into another part. All of this and then combined with noticing that Tower of The Americas was just poking out from above the neighborhood treeline across the tracks. With the low lighting of the place, it just all felt like magic.
We talked some more, she let me know of some specific things she was going through at the very moment, which now that I really think about it was truly the thing on her mind. At some point we were chatting with a lady who rode her bicycle over to the place for a beer. We then took our of leave of the place, headed off to gas up and head back over to my place.
We were just being a little bit intimate and then began watching Ordinary Sausage on youtube. Which kinda killed the mood, but we were both tired and soon we parted ways for the night. That whole night was just magic, even though my life has changed quite a bit.
Some parts of my life, before fostering kids, still comes back and makes me feel like it hasn't changed by much.
About last night,
One of our forsters was at his grandmother's for the weekend. And my mother and two fosters were out to eat with my Mother's fiance and his relatives. So lately my ex and I have been hanging out and we're growing a bit on each other again. Things change, sometimes for the better. I invited her over since she told me that this weekend she wasn't heading off for Illinois.
Turns out she's just not much in the mood for visiting family with her own living situation being the way it is here, which is to say not good. So We hungout for most of the night on my bed. Just talking, addressing what our own involvement with each other is. And we just haven't labeled it, but I think we're just still there for each other. Not to mention she's been through a lot and I think she just really needed to talk.
We then decided to head off to Freetail Brewing for dinner. Now this place has a really gritty look aside from the building, which is endearing. But holy shit is their parking lot almost nonexistent. It's just pot holes, water, dirt and gravel. I'm guessing times have been rough on the place, we noticed birds going in and out of holes to other holes in their corrugated sheet metal roof structure.
I ordered a nice small "Supreme Batastrophe" pizza. My ex ordered a nice sandwich with a cup of chili. It was quite nice. They also have shit ton of art in the place, looks awesome. After we ate and after I also purchased one of their souvenir trucker hats, camouflage with their logo! We headed out to the patio watching the trains go by, at this point it was now Dusk.
We were then greeted by chirps and clicks of none other than Mexican Freetail Bats. These little guys were the ones we saw going out of one part of the metal roof into another part. All of this and then combined with noticing that Tower of The Americas was just poking out from above the neighborhood treeline across the tracks. With the low lighting of the place, it just all felt like magic.
We talked some more, she let me know of some specific things she was going through at the very moment, which now that I really think about it was truly the thing on her mind. At some point we were chatting with a lady who rode her bicycle over to the place for a beer. We then took our of leave of the place, headed off to gas up and head back over to my place.
We were just being a little bit intimate and then began watching Ordinary Sausage on youtube. Which kinda killed the mood, but we were both tired and soon we parted ways for the night. That whole night was just magic, even though my life has changed quite a bit.
Some parts of my life, before fostering kids, still comes back and makes me feel like it hasn't changed by much.