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Our living room cabinet held a turntable and a big stack of records. I used to lie on the thick shag carpet for hours, listening to albums by the Beatles, Neil Diamond, Diana Ross, John Denver, and Michael Jackson (I can say that, right?).
My favorite songs were the ones that got stuck in your head, the ones you couldn’t help but sing along to, even when you weren’t listening to them.
How do I feel? I feel sad. I feel like I don’t know how to not feel sad. That’s how I feel.
Our parents loved us both very much. They never wanted to hurt us, but they definitely wanted to hurt each other, and children are a handy cudgel.
I knew the problems between my parents weren’t my fault, but I thought I could fix them.
It’s what I did for the entirety of my parents’ divorce. I became a lifelong peacekeeper. I’m always the guy in the middle, the guy who wants to keep the mood positive. I like creating things that make people happy. I don’t like chaos.
We were sad, but we were happy-sad.
