“How do you spell ‘love?’”
Lillie was hunched over a piece of paper, writing with a purple marker.
“L-O-V-E.”
“Thanks Dad.” She finished her note and ran to the other room. “Here Collie, I wrote this for you.”
Collie read it out loud.
I love you Collie. Love Lillie.
There was a heart drawn at the top.
“Thank you, Lillie,” Collie said, hugging his sister. “I love you too!”
They set to playing with their menagerie of stuffed animals.
A few moments later they were quarreling. Then shouting.
“Oh, sure!” Collie yelled. “You wrote that note and now that means nothing!”
“I hate you!” Lillie shouted.
They decided to watch television.
The life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
When told by my wife that our fifteen-year relationship was over, I found that everything in my life was upended. I took solace when friends and family pointed out I was no longer responsible for her personal happiness, just my own—and that of my four children.
I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
Jefferson
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