First of all, I want to thank everyone for their kind words over my excitement of my son coming to see me Saturday night. It is true that when you share your sorrows, they are lessened, and when you share your joys, they are multiplied! Anyway, I want to make it clear that I am thankful, grateful, and have praised God for getting the chance to see my son. I know many of you would give your right arm to have that, and so I am very sensitive to everyone's pain. However, I wish I could say the estrangement is over, all is well, and bid you a good day. But I cannot. The entire meeting was just so....weird. At the time, I was just so shocked and overwhelmed with joy that I couldn't think straight. But now my mind has cleared, and so I have been thinking that what probably happened is this....he and Lindsay had another huge fight and so he left to clear his mind, and also to "get back at her". Otherwise, why didn't he bring the babies with him? I know he wants to show his new baby off to us, so why? Because she wouldn't let him, I'm sure. If she had been ok with him coming to visit, she wouldn't have objected for him bringing the boys here, just for that short visit. Also, and this was REALLY weird...the first thing he said to me when I opened the door, was "I want to find my old teddy bear". Yes, that is what he said! He had an old teddy bear from when he was little, and he wanted to give it to his sons. Of course at the time I was just overwhelmed to see him, when it had been almost 18 months since I had. And just the way he acted like none of the past had ever happened! Just last month there was that horrible message from Lindsay telling us we couldn't come for Easter, and we were horrible grandparents who never loved the children... and he acted like all was well, and nothing happened! My husband even said to him, "Bret, we were going to bring Easter baskets last month but Lindsay sent that message"....and Bret just sort of had a faraway look and just nodded. And I have since texted him to tell him how wonderful it was seeing him, and how much I love him, and not one word in response. I wonder if he even remembers being here. It just confirms what I have been thinking, that my son has some sort of mental problem. But what could it be? Drugs? Demons? I just am even more confused than ever.