A Temporary Olive Branch

Our beautiful Joe was to make his First Holy Communion this past Sunday. I had been looking forward to it for months, but in light of what's transpired between Steve and I, Dave and I decided not to attend. Quite frankly, I was heart broken. Out of the blue Friday night, Steve called and asked us to please attend, because it was important to Joe that we be there (Dave is his God Father, after all). Steve even offered to stay home if it would make things easier for us. My first thought was, oh my God! maybe he isn't going to keep the kids from us! After some thought, we agreed to attend, and I was delighted. Long story short, it was a beautiful Mass, everyone got along, and Joe did spectacular. As soon as we woke up Sunday morning, I knew Dave wasn't going to have a good day. He has developed a new symptom in the last few days, his hands shake. I mean, they SHAKE. The weird thing is, they don't do it all the time, and he doesn't seem to notice. After Mass we went to Joe's favorite Donut Shop for a celebration. Leave it to Joe to pick a donut shop. By the time we got home, Dave was crabby, so off for a nap I sent him. I called Steve while Dave slept and thanked him for the olive branch he extended, and we talked for a few minutes. Now, if he would just take his meds we could have a relationship, but I don't hold my breath. Any who, that's the long and the short of it. I'm looking forward to our trip to the Memory Clinic next week. I am armed with a list of questions, and will mention the hands shaking thing. Take care, and I'll be in touch. Thanks for being there! :)