Every day I see my Dad's wedding ring on my hand. He was married to one woman from the age of 21 to the age of 82. (83?)
Every day I see my son's medals (thrice decorated for bravery in combat) on the wall.
There has been a parade of women in my life. My time in the army was honorable but not distinguished.
I feel like Isaac stuck between Abraham and Jacob.
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