I don't really talk much with my dad. I live him and stuff, but we'd never say it. I don't think he's ever expressed an emotion to me intentionally. I've seen my own mother and his wife after berate him and milk him for years, but I image a lot of us have that experience in common.

Anyways, he's having a major surgery today.

We live a thousand miles apart and there's no way we're having our first ever honest conversation over text, so I sent him a really benign question about logistical stuff. Just to like, touch base, you know.

I get a text back along these lines: "since you don't remember, your dad is having open heart surgery today. Don't text him for at least 2 weeks. -Joanna"

You'll never guess what his cunt wife's name is.