My father

When I was about ten years old, my mother said my father wasn't going to live with us anymore.  She didn't use the word "divorce" but I knew it was going to be different without him.  At first, he took my sister and I to dinner and a movie every Thursday.  She and I could pick any movie theater in the city and there were around 50 of them.  That might have been for a couple of years but over time, one or both of us had other things that called us.  Meanwhile, my father met another woman, they married and had a son.  Meanwhile, my mother advertised for boarders and one of them became my stepfather.

Now being much older, I realize I could have been better to both of my parents than I was.  I could have found out much more detail about my parents' lives before I was born, learned more about their ideas and leanings.