My Grandmother Tried to Shoot My Dad
It seems there are two ways people use the relationships they see as children to inform their relationships later in life
I set out to write a very different story than the headline suggests, so be patient with me while I bring it back around to the incident mentioned in the title.
I’ve been seeing a woman who comes from a seemingly perfect family. Her parents have been married for 33 years. They were around 20 years old at the time they wed. Her father proposed within six months of meeting her mother.
She tells the story of how he waited outside in the snow for her, for three hours in the midst of a biting Lithuanian winter, before their second date (because she was caught up babysitting her cousin). His parents didn’t like her, so he cut ties with them. He would walk five miles, in the middle of the night, to get home from seeing her because the buses weren’t running that late. He worked three jobs to support them so that they could get their first apartment.
If all that wasn’t enough, he’s also 6’9’’. A giant of a man in her telling, both literally and figuratively. They’ve renewed their vows, travel about in bliss, and go out of their way to watch their grandchildren (the woman I’ve been seeing’s nephews and nieces)…
