Such a weird ride

Eighteen years down the road and I'm finding myself drawn to the beginning. I've known passion in the interim, and obviously he has as well. His youngest daughter is like our daughter version 2.0. Yet after all the anger, pain and animosity, he was who I turned to when Mother died and he's been a rock since. And it's odd how comfortable we are with eachother after all the awkwardness of the last six or so years he's been a peripheral part of our life. I wouldn't change the past for anything, but I'm inexplicably happy he's now a part of the present. As for the future? We'll just have to hide and watch ;)