Perhaps as close to heaven as it’s possible to get.
On the final night of the cruise we took that year, the entire dining room was turned into a chocolate buffet. This was just one of the plethora of decadent pleasures that filled the room.
There is a deep sadness in these skeletal remains.
One of the stops on our cruise that year was Nassau. There was a lot to enjoy about that very caribbean town, but there was also signs of weariness; the abandoned remains of a burned-out church, the once-beautiful mural now a sad, scarred shadow.
It’s still early days in therapy for me, but last week the Lovely J (to borrow a phrase from a good friend) asked me something straight out of a Ben Stiller comedy.
So, tell me about your parents.
I almost cracked up. I understand that it’s a perfectly valid question to ask, and important in the ‘getting to know me’ part of it all, but there was a part of me that wanted to retort, “Tell me about yours!”
What did I do in the end? Naturally, I told her about my parents. About how my mother was a obsessive, controlling compulsive liar who loved me nonetheless (if in all the wrong ways), and my father was an emotionally distant power figure. Could it get more clichéd?
Sigh. It was kind of fun, if not terribly insightful. I wonder what she’ll conclude?
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