I think I just punched you.

I ran into Scott's youngest brother Aaron and his youngest son, Leo at McDonald's the other day. When he recognized me and my sister he made an audible sound that sounded like he had been punched in the stomach. He then did his nervous laugh commenting on how big his son had gotten. End of encounter. Aaron is the one out of the four boys that denies he has a diagnosable disorder. The others are medicated for anxiety with the normal SSRIs and for my ex, an additional sedative. Aaron's wife, Sydney and I were friends during my marriage to Scott. Since the ostracizationof me by the whole Smith family, I feel the most sorry for her. She seemed the most emotionally intelligent out of the wives. Her son sure has grown in the last two years, though.