Mumsey cried--which was hardly unpredictable--and Dad was rad.

I found it insulting to see Mom cry. "I'll never have a granddaughter" she moaned--like a selfish baby--and then, "I feel like a freak as a mother" like a bitch.

Dad was totally acceptant and cool. "We've known since you were 12" he said. And then I had to hear the predictable "AIDS" talk.

Mama-bear asked if Will was "the one". I made her specify what she meant by that: "The one" she said. And "yes" I responded.

Isn't it great? Another barrier surmounted. I'm on my way to even greater success...