KIDS (Who’d a thunkit?)
Fill a room with people who knew me in the 70’s and 80’s. Ask them to vote for me as “Dude in the room most like to raise kids someday.” Watch their eyebrows raise, their gaze go to the ground where they’re shuffling their feet uncomfortably.
Yet, it happened. Two daughters.
Next, go back to that same group in that same room and tell them I ended up a single dad.
Now watch them really squirm!
But that’s what happened.
It wasn’t perfect. Not until Crystal (aka Marianne in my novel Blue Rubber Pool) came along.
Somehow, all four of us got through it alive.