Jul 8, 2021
3 min read
How to Have a Happy Divorce
It’s still forever
It’s the ’70s and my parents are in the finals of the Florida Husband and Wife State Tennis Championship. The match is close but they’re winning. A ball floats to my mom at net. My dad leaps in to poach. His shot sails out of the court. From that point forward, the match turns and eventually they lose.
