A bad, bad, I mean really bad autism night. One that ended with hysterical screaming, things being thrown, and finally, bodily harm.
Testosterone. It's a helluva drug.
His sister came rushing in to see what the ruckus was and I found myself standing between them as she tried to stand between him and me.
Both of us trying to protect the other and then both of us trying to protect him from himself as he threw himself down, beating the floor and calling himself names for having accidentally hurt me.
Tears all around and more screaming as he refused an early bedtime for his bad behavior.
Finally, he cried himself to sleep and I saw an endless parade of days like this weaving in and out, stretching on forever, because the truth is, he may not be able to live on his own someday, so he'll be living with me.
We told Anna, and the pain of it slammed into me like a freight train, reducing me to an agonizing pile of disjointed parts. She asked us if we were joking. And the look on her face as she slowly realized we weren't will stay with me forever, etched into my very bones.
She's eight, so we kept the whys and wherefores out of it, reassuring her that we loved her but we just didn't love each other like we should anymore.
One of us was lying about that last part, and unfortunately, it wasn't me. As painful as that is, it is nothing to the pain of this. The pain of blowing your child's family apart.
Oh, come on. You know you shouted it out as soon as you saw him.
This week's episode sees the return of one of my all-time favorite characters, the dastardly Captain Hook! He's been Killian Jones for a while now, and while my Captain Swan heart is all aflutter every time Emma uses his given name, I have to say I've missed my dark and vengeful villain.