I survived Friday night and meeting the ex.
(note that I didn't write MHE)
Yup, that's right. I didn't totally hate her.
I don't think that we are going to be holding hands and singing kumbayah anytime soon, but she wasn't completely awful and I was my usual sweet-as-pie self.
She hugged me and told me how nice it was to finally meet me. Hmmmm.
Since this is the first time in five years that I've met her, and in that time, Steve has only seen her a handful of times, I suppose I can be a big girl and be nice, right?
It may have also helped that she brought funfetti cupcakes with pink frosting.