It struck me today that my boy, the youngest of two, the son, the last one is getting married next weekend. Suddenly, my life flashed before my eyes. Memories I hadn't ........in years. Should I call him and say something poignant? Is he really all LeVasseur male. He seems a lot like me in sensitivity and social awkwardness, but he expresses the LM. and as much as I hate it, it opens doors. People respond to that crap. Stupid world. Anyway, I wish them well. We like Laura and they seem to be as happy as anyone.
Love, don't get me started. Do I even know what that is? Marriage for me is a responsibility. I'm afraid of him part of the time, hate him some of the time, think he's okay most of the time, enjoy his company much of the time, wish he'd go away sometimes. We grew up together and now we are growing old together. He's so different in the last 3 years. So different about so many things. I don't know.
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