What can YOU say in six sentences?
My father-in-law left Tuesday morning after a short visit. The eighty-three year old is hoping his life will improve significantly since the bed he shared with his ex-wife for twenty-three years was finally hauled out of his garage over the weekend, a symbol of her infidelity almost a quarter of a century ago.
He still believes the ex cursed him to a lifetime of loneliness, that she assigned demons and an assortment of annoying spirits to follow him around, even to my house.
Now he thinks the curses extend to the rest of us, that they caused my son's autism and the anencephaly of his daughter's child who will be born and buried this October.
A few days in his company causes a metallic taste in my mouth and a burn in my gut, either because he really is a cursed man or simply insane, or maybe I just feel the weight of his refusal to let go of the past, a flaw he'd rather blame on demons and the woman who left him.
I tried to walk him out the front door Tuesday but he insisted on exiting through the garage, the way he'd come in when he arrived, "So that I don't leave what follows me behind."