“I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this thing with your dad, but I’m still glad I married him.”
Jenny looked out the car window and said, “It’d be cool if they made some sort of selective amnesia drug. You know, cuz then you could pick and choose what you wanna remember and then forget the dad parts.”
“But a lot of the dad parts have you and your brother in them, and I don’t wanna forget those.”
“Yeah, I know.” Jen turned to look at me, “Well, you know I don’t mean it like, ‘Yeah, we’re awesome, you wouldn’t wanna forget us.'”
I laughed and said, “I know what you meant, honey. You didn’t mean it like a narcissist.” Continue reading →