Intimacy or not
Fast forward five years. I’m, and she’s a middle-aged woman. We both love my father; this happened despite that. It had nothing to do with psychological issues, or resentment, or sexual frustration. And while neither one of us expected it, neither one of us would ever undo it either. The night began typically; I picked my mother up at her workplace after getting off at my own. We were sharing a ride that summer because it was convenient. I was doing an internship for a venture capital firm...