This is both exactly what it sounds like and not even a little bit what it sounds like.
He soothes my tantrums and spent yesterday spoiling me; drove me from my house to my gynecology appointment to my client's house for work to the smoke shop to the grocery store to my house, where he spent the night in my bed, cuddling me. Not mine, not officially, but more mine than I've known in years, and everyone who sees us knows.
Sorry, mom. Sorry, god.