“Know what the problem with your generation is? You refuse to understand that love has a price. That’s what makes it significant, pungent, rich. It costs you anger, jealousy, heartbreak, time, money, health…” He stopped, snarling at his last word like a wounded beast. I looked away. Watching my dad love my mom sometimes felt like watching a chest being shredded open, the heart still beating inside. It was too raw, too real. “Food for thought—is she worth it? You have to pay your dues, you see.” I snorted, thinking about what he was going through with Mom. “No one is.” He clapped a hand on my
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