When I brought Joan to Thanksgiving, my father was… distant.
When I got to ask him, alone, what the issue was, about why
he was being so cold to my girlfriend, he just muttered something about ‘median
streets’ or something. I just put it down to his long standing belief that no
girl was good enough for his son.
At the wedding, he lectured at me about Mobius Strip
relationships, about how once you’re stuck in one, you’re going round in
circles forever and there’s always a meaningless twist coming up.
I told him he was wrong.
But he wasn’t.
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