And so…about three years ago, I go to the family get-together in Florida. And it’s a cool January night in Tampa; I’m doing an art project with the kids, we’re painting on these cute little canvases. I’m making a purple smiley-face.
And my mom comes up to me…dead sober…and looks me in the eyes and says,
“I just think I should tell you…I never wanted to marry your father. You were an accident, and your father convinced me to keep you. But I had other things I wanted to do with my life, and they were completely derailed to be with this man I didn’t want to be with. And so. I just wanted you to know.”