I told my Mom.

I was pretty terrified, and it was really fucking difficult, but I womaned up and did it over dinner tonight. There were tears and about a million questions, but the good news is that she agrees that he seems worlds better than a lot of the schmucks I've brought home over the years. He'll be in Pittsburgh in January and she's asked to meet him them. She's promised to be friendly and charming and not turn their introduction into an interrogation.

I've got to admit, this whole thing freaks me out. And, honestly, the thing that probably freaks me out the most is that aaronbenedict is the kind of person that I can talk to about being freaked out. Driving back from DC last night, I was struck by the thought that, because he seems to intuitively understand when I'm scared and needing support, he actually might not let me torpedo this relationship. And I've got to say, it really blows my mind to think that I might be with someone who not only understands my bullshit, but sees it for what it is. Someone who won't fall for the old "pay no attention to the man behind that curtain" routine.

At any rate, he was brave enough to tell his father, so now I've been brave enough to tell my mother. And, among other things, I love that he inspires me to bravery.