Frank brought our daughter home today, I let my guard down. I wasn’t paying attention and he made it in the house. My baby was sleeping and he had my stepson with him. I was getting out of my head and into my body; I was dancing around the living room. My stepson came in the back door excited to see me and told me he liked my dancing, he is so sweet. When he wants attention sometimes he will look at me and say “I can’t stop staring at the pretty face honey.” It was a beautiful 70 degrees and I had all the doors and windows open. I needed the sunshine. It made me sad when my stepson asked if my ex and I were friends now. I could only say well we are not enemies. I changed the subject. One visit and my reality started to blur. I still want to deny abuse.