I want to talk about my father. About how my life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would, the fact that I wasn’t sure how it was supposed to turn out, that I’m bound to a rock in the sea, that I might not know how to be in love, that I might not know what love is. That my mother, and my father, and the storms, the mountains, the mainland, my own mothering—that it might have ruined everything. I want to talk about Liam. About our most-of-the-time happiness, how I’m afraid I’ll lose him someday, too, because I don’t know what it’s like to keep things.
