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Imagine how confused I was.


Perhaps they were separated. Because there were brief periods of separation. My mother sometimes talked about, in the years before she died, her abortion. She went to Oregon where abortions were then legal, accompanied by my grandmother. She had been pregnant while they were separated.


Imagine that. I am not commenting here on abortion. But that was a child of a marriage. That had become inconvenient. So it was gone. A child who would have been in age between my sister and I. They were to reconcile.


But I could never have understood why my father was with other women. If the date in question, At age 3, maybe. Because I was 4 when my sister was born.


That I remember is itself indicative of how traumatic and confusing it was. I can never know if this scene I remember, in particular, I remember being at a picnic, on a blanket, at a park, on SF Bay. Maybe a place called Marina Green.


My Dad never understood boundaries. Remember the "Copa has no boundaries," comment? I wonder why.


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