When I was ten my dad died. She seemed so lost and overwhelmed by the bills and everything and began to drink heavily. After a few months she started ...to bring home men who would stay overnight. She finally solved her financial problems by marrying my stepfather only a year after my father’s death. He worked at the same plant where my real father had worked. He was an ok guy I guess, but I never felt very comfortable with him. He drank a lot too and when he was drunk he would make comments about. Oh boy that would be awkward sitting at the table and watching my father eating there everyday. Then again my Grandfather did take my virginity on his table on the spot he ate. So I guess I’ve been through this before. But that was kind of different.Softly my lover said, “That’s not exactly true. You may have been identical at one time, but throughout the years you’ve both changed. You have the cutest little dimples when you smile. Your eyebrows curve slightly here,” he touched my face in the. Maybe not everyone wanted his style of life. That still gave them no right to judge him as she had done, but he didn’t want to put her through all of this. He’d need to reprogram her for her own piece of mind, but maybe making her like him wasn’t the answer. That would give her husband an awful lot of heartache. He was just some guy he didn’t even know, who’d never done anything to him. Her children, however old they were, would probably get caught up in all of this too. Scott couldn’t undo. She waved me to sit in the other seat.I took a deep breath, settled myself and thought; ‘nothing ventured nothing gained’.“I have two topics to talk to you about. I hope you will hear me out before you answer.” I pushed on before she replied. “I wanted to talk to you about Rory’s birthday. I want to do something special for him, but it will depend on the rest of this discussion. Now if I am being indiscreet, and you don’t wish to answer me, I understand, but I hope you know I am doing this to.