It was a good story. A great story. I had pretty much lost sight of the fact that it was my story. We had them laughing. We had them on the edges of their seats. We spent most of the evening talking about it, over steak frites and good French wine.
This is also very relatable! I am never entirely sure whether I am truly, truly as unfazed as I generally feel by all of my complicated twists of family life, or if it’s just that it’s the only way to talk about it, and so I experience it through the lens of a narrative I have crafted to share.
