May 25th, 2010
It’s been almost two years, but it feels like yesterday. My Aunt Randi was taking me to buy wedding shoes – her gift to me. So there we are having a wonderful time chatting away in the car when my cell phone rang. It was my dad. He wanted to know (sort of kidding) whether, if I got two sets of dishes from my bridal registry, he could have one. He was in the midst of his second divorce and his ex took everything. I’m thinking – my dad? A successful periodontist and he has no plates? How sad is that? I remembered the pain I’d felt as a child of divorce all over again, but this time it was different. MORE
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