The boys got to visit with Gavin for about 30 minutes today, while waiting for him to be picked up. I hate using the word visitation, but that’s what it reminds me of.
Gavin only returns home when there is no other option.
These visits are as brief as possible, completely controlled and tightly monitored. We have to watch everything that Gavin says and does because we have been caught off guard too many times before.
This particular visit was largely uneventful and very brief.
The boys seemed to have coped well and did pretty well the rest of the night. I wish things didn’t have to be this way but it is what it is. 🙁