Aliens Are Among Us

I am fairly certain that an alien being has taken over Jeff's body and replaced him with some kind of psudo-Jeff. He looks like Jeff, although he thought it would be prudent to trim all of his chest hair. He sounds like Jeff, but is a bit more calm and relaxed. He smiles like Jeff and even laughs like Jeff, but something is a miss.

This new psudo-Jeff uses words like "I am sorry", "therapy", "counseling" and "narcissistic tendency". This new Jeff even gave a sincere, heartfelt apology. Like I said, he is Jeff-like, but not the Jeff that I have known.

This new Jeff woke up with the kids, made lunch for the family, took the kids to the pool, recorded his daughter first dance class. The new Jeff is turning negative situations into positive reasons to learn and grow. Quite frankly, he may have well turned green and grown webbed feet- because I don't recognize AlienJeff. I like AlienJeff. A lot. He communicates. He is honest. He feels remorse. 

Honestly, I am afraid that at some point the mask will be ripped off and we will be right back where we started from. Through my weekly therapy sessions, I have learned so much about my inability to effectively communicate. I have grown to learn so much about my own behavior, that I am wondering if maybe I am AlienMeagan. Perhaps he too is waiting for my mask to come off. So, here we sit, staring at each other, not knowing what move to make- but knowing we can't just sit still. 

This new planet is uncharted territory. Unfamiliar, yet full of nostalgia and an underlying love that cannot be denied. Comfortable yet totally out of our comfort zone. Scary and exciting and full of both possibility and disaster. 

Xoxo