Tabbatha invited me to Thanksgiving dinner with her family. I agreed to come--her mother's home-made, oven-baked macaroni and cheese would be enough to get me there--but admit some trepidation.
After all, it had been quite awhile since I'd seen these people, and the last time I did, I was Tabbatha's boyfriend. Now I'm...whatever I am. Ex-boyfriend but still friend, the guy who takes her kid on outings, I don't know.
All doubts and concerns vanished as soon as I arrived, just in time for the food. Everyone was gracious and kind, and seemed genuinely happy to see me. I felt very comfortable there, as I had on previous occasions. But then, I was a potential in-law, a possible part of the family. Now...well, it didn't matter; I was still welcome.
