The Surprising Joy of Knowing Your Divorced Parents Love Each Other

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Sitting at a table listening to my parent's talk about these escapades -- while my stepmom laughed along -- and the good things they each remember, made me feel like I am something more than a beloved mistake. They had a history and a story that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with me becoming.

I love my parents. The three I have remaining and my stepdad, Guido, who is gone, but has left his mark on me too. Despite all of my poor-me-child-of-divorce-violin-in-A-minor sonatas I had great parents. I have great parents. And I'm grateful, grateful, grateful that they love each other. Thanks mom and dad. xo

All of my parents at my wedding. From l-r my mom, my stepdad Guido, my stepmom Gini and my dad.  Happy to see their late-bloomer happy. xo
(All of my parents at my wedding. From l-r my mom, my stepdad Guido, my second mom Gini and my dad. Happy to see their late-bloomer finally getting hitched. xo)

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