I was 23 years old and knew nothing about anything. Had gone from my parents' house to marriage. And was 100% in love with BOTH Jons from the instant I saw them. I thought that was enough.
My childhood was stolen by a sex pervert grandfather and seriously messed-up monster of a mother. I felt I'd earned a do-over. Partying, drinking. Divorce, remarriage.
My son learned he was beloved, but somewhat secondary to my social life. He became self-sufficient. Learned to cook. Got quiet.
I did wise up and get sober, but it was too late, he was in high school. Brilliant mind, slightly skewed re: love, family, priorities, but nothing terminal. He sought and found love with a girl that gave him two of the most perfect children ever. While the marriage didn't last, the love for those kids has. Dylan and Nora have known nothing but acceptance, affirmation, and love from their dad. They got the best of all of us, but especially from Jon.
Happy birthday, Jon. You're a true mensch, absolutely loved, and a survivor.
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