In Which There Are… TWINS!

Hello, Gentle Reader. Today’s entry takes place many moons ago, as per usual. Fun fact, though: I am currently wearing the hat that I made yesterday. It has a veil: a stealth veil. You simply pull the pin, and a curtain of gauze and lace covers up your face, so that you can escape, in a veil emergency. Here’s a photo, but with the veil up, because you can see the detailing better:


At any rate, Ex-Husband’s parents were quite young when they adopted him and his brother, K. They had split when the boys were about 12 and 13, I believe; I’m hazy on the details, and it’s incidental, anyway. Their mother had remarried, and now, years later, was pregnant. Ex-Husband and his brother wanted to go up to the hospital to see her, the day she gave birth, and also see some old friends up in the town where she lived. I offered to drive.

We met their old friends at a skating rink, and I had to beg off, due to a panic attack. I sat out, back rigid against the locker-wall, waiting for them to be done – I was very tense (I’m not that great at meeting new people). I was glad to be able to meet Ex-Husband’s oldest friend, though, and a few of his exes. After standing around awkwardly while the boys had heart-felt reunions, we drove one of the exes home – such a pleasant ride! Not awkward at all! – and grabbed some dinner. Then, it was time to trek to the hospital.


Now, I had intended to walk the boys up, and just wait in the hall – it was getting quite late, and their mother had just given birth, for fuck’s sake! However, for my ex-husband, that would not do. He insisted that I meet his mother for the first time immediately after she’d given birth – to twins. She was very gracious about it, as was his stepfather. I’m not much of a one for babies, but the twins – one boy, one girl – were significantly more adorable than Sir Winston Churchill.



And that, dear reader, is how I came to meet my in-laws.

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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3 Responses to In Which There Are… TWINS!

  1. ekgo says:

    The only veil emergency I could possibly have would be to actually have a veil on my face. I’d freak out and try to get out of it and flail about and run into things and fall down stairs and it would be tragic. No, I didn’t do a veil for either of my weddings. They make me panic.
    So I will not ask to borrow that hat. I might, however, send you a better camera because yours takes dark and blurry pictures. I know it’s the camera and not the wine because I have faith in all your skills.

    Also, that’s sort of a terribly awkward way to meet in-laws.

    • Tyler J. Yoder says:

      Veil Emergencies happen to me all the time. Mostly because I’m a fair-skinned redhead and I burn terribly. Also, I sometimes need to hide my face in a hurry – although, as the only person known to regularly wear a veil in a thirty-mile radius, it doesn’t always help. It is stylish, though. I can appreciate other points of view, though.

      The only camera I have is on my ex-phone, Caractacus, which is also my dreadful computer substitute when I’m on the road and there’s wifi. He hasn’t functioned in months, really.

    • Tyler J. Yoder says:

      Oh, and the in-laws were very sweet about it. His mother had had all the drugs, and the step-dad is a very gracious gentlemen.

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