At my daughter’s wedding, my son-in-law ordered me…

good ones from Avery’s childhood, but the slow, systematic destruction of our relationship that Allan had orchestrated over the past 2 years.

It started small, the way these things always do. Little comments that seemed innocent enough at first.

Dad seems really tired lately, doesn’t he? Avery would say during our Sunday dinners.

Maybe he’s working too continue reading …