Ok so as expected FDH freaked out about AD20 moving back in even though I framed it like a request and suggested we draw up a contract together. I then asked if he thought it would be better for me to get AD20 and the baby an apartment alone when AD20 is having all these anger issues.
FDH stormed out for a walk. When he came back, my amazing wonderful man was all calmed down and said of course we want to make sure the baby is safe. We made a plan, AD20 has a therapy appt tomorrow and spent a good part of the day filling out applications online. Yay! All that stress for nothing. Thank you for everyone who helped me out with suggestions yesterday!

The amazing experience happened on the way home from picking up my dad. I had some fast food in my car, passed a bus stop where a very ordinary man was sitting and I suddenly had the urge to give him my food.
This was very strange as the man did not look homeless and I am not in the habit of approaching strangers on the street. I continued driving for about a half mile or so, but kept thinking that the man would like some of my food and could not shake off that feeling.
So I turned around and parked in the parking lot of the store behind the bus stop. I grabbed the food, a bottle of water I had in my car and went up to the man. Feeling like an asshole, I hesitantly said to this perfectly ordinary man "Hey I have some extra tacos here and I thought you might like one." He didn't say anything so I continued on "Okay I'm gonna just leave these on the bench here. Eat them if you like"
He suddenly said "I'm not a bum" I said "Okay sorry" and I turned to leave.
After I got a few steps away he said "Miss I'd like to talk to you for minute if you've got it"
So I turned around and went back. I sat down. He ate a taco then started crying and said that was the first thing he had eaten in days. He told me that his son OD'd on oxycontin on the 21st of last month and he had been contemplating killing himself ever since. He said he was taking the bus to the river to jump in.
I told him I lost my brother a couple of years ago and that I understand it's hard. I said we have to just remember that they are with God now.
He said he doesn't believe in God anymore because his son died. I said "Well He believes in you because I think He sent me here to give you those tacos." Then I asked him if I could call someone to help him.
I called the mental health crisis line and his daugher. We kept talking till they got there and as I was leaving he told me that I really made a difference in his life today.
I have never had an experience like that. It was amazing and humbling.