Talking to my dad
I finally talked to my dad a bit about the divorce. Or, more accurately, I asked him about it and he talked about it for a while.
I’ve realized over the last year (and posted some about it here) that I’m still pissed at my dad about the divorce, eight years later, but never actually talked to him about it or heard his side of the story. I’d pieced together a version of events from overheard conversations and my own impressions, but never actually asked him what happened.
So at dinner a week ago, I did.

