So, IF I did have a twelve year old daughter, that would suggest that I lived through some sortof teen pregnancy, perhaps with a gay man who didn't come out for the first 4 years of the relationship--2 already into a broken marriage . . .

Then I'd be sitting around this very Sunday morning,
waiting for him to play the old part of shared parenting,
pick her up for lunch, a movie, and shopping--
only to tell me later tonight that he is ready to "come out"
to her--
even if she'd only be starting 7th grade
in a new school
without many friends
having a tough time of her own.

And I would be angry.
Not so much b/c of his sexuality,
but b/c of his personality.
The way he was never a father;
no spelling words,
no bike rides,
no anything difficult or troublesome.

And now to trust him, w/her 60+ miles a way in a metropolis?? Overnight?

I would say no, and she would understand. But look haunted.