It could have been worse? Not nearly as painful as anticipated?
Which phrase damning with the faintest praise adequately expresses the relief I felt?
I don't feel bad about qualifying the most recent visit to the family home last weekend in such tones, since I used to dread family interactions with stress breakouts and tears and fears and threats to [insert drama] before I go through that again!!
Therefore, almost being killed with a chain saw and/or a falling tree branch (him, not me); not being able to breathe for a couple of days due to the mildew? mold? bad air in general? (also him, not me); being asked about pregnancy (me, not him); and dealing with random nattering anxiety (mostly me) wasn't nearly so bad. Especially considering that I still wonder, on occasion, how, exactly, I made it out of teenager-hood alive (and not having literally exploded from the stress and frustration of weathering much higher than average - both quantity and quality - parental worry and freak outs).
So, you know, progress. Yay!
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