It didn’t leave him room for anything else.” Not even me? I didn’t dare ask it, although I had a feeling the words said themselves. I couldn’t reconcile this image she painted of my father with the man I knew. But I barely knew the man, really. I saw him so rarely, even while growing up. Honestly, my parents saw each other so infrequently I was amazed they’d stayed married to each other. Or maybe they’d stayed married because they didn’t see each other often? I could never quite figure that one out.
