My parents divorced when I was 12, but apparently their sex life didn’t get the memo. I believe I was about 14, and old enough to understand these matters, when I busted my dad sneaking out of mom’s room (and the house). He claimed he was there to change the furnace filter – which did nothing to explain why he was standing in mom’s kitchen in his underwear. Clearly busted, he turned three shades of red and left.
Mom was rather flustered as well, and mentioned something about Dad checking a mole on her back. In wise-ass teenager mode, I asked, laughing, “Does changing furnace filters and checking moles involve love bites on your neck?” Busted AGAIN! With no clear way out, Mom fessed up that their marriage didn’t work but the passion always did. In a way, it was reassuring to me that they still had that level of love for one another even if they couldn’t live together. I charitably avoided discussing it with either of them further.
21 years after divorcing, they remarried and stayed that way until my father died. It was by no means a fairy tale, but there are plenty of fond memories.
I need to call mom and tease her about that. I’m long overdue for getting her all frazzled. :p
awww! That nearly made me cry!
I love this one too!
Awesome. Awesome parents, awesome kid, awesome story.