Life has become a tangled mess of lamenting.
What coulda, shoulda, woulda…but won’t.
There’ll be no coming together on this.
Dad favors my dating Albert, his financial advisor’s son. I’ll be set for life, according to what I hear when mingling with the jet setters at the country club.
Then there’s mom who’s always pushing Bradford at me. “He’s so good to his mother and his sisters. He’ll treat you like a queen. He already worships the ground you walk on.” Yada, yada, yada.
There’ll never be a good time to break the news.
“Mom and Dad.This is Sheila…my wife.”