Wine and Not Wine
Nov 3 · 2 min read
Sitting here drinking wine with my mother, with whom I’m about to go to London with in a couple weeks. My dad hunts, and she can’t stand being alone while he’s gone.
35 + years. Every year is the same, since before I was born. You would think she would get used to it; being alone in October. My dad is the most loyal, wonderful man on the face of this planet. He’s my hero. He loves my mother and she loves him. Nauseating, really.

