Admittedly, we don’t have much in common.
We were born years apart, he to parents of great means and me to parents grasping to make ends meet and an alcoholic father in search of meaning itself.
We’ve been going our separate ways ever since.
I’m happily married. He’s not. I enjoy a warm and loving relationship with my boys; the courts dictate when he sees his.
I attend church. He doesn’t. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in God.