Saturday 18 May 2013

Memoirs of this Delusional Writer #23

For the HAHAT
The difference a house makes
Last year sometime, we were eating our weekly Macca’s with my sister after school when my son blurts out that he was going to marry his best mate. They have been best friends since Preschools days.
Now other than me and my sister coughing out laugher ‘cause he, like all 6 year olds, just blurted it out. But more so, it was so out of the blue.
Anyway, my sisters says something like: “if that’s what you want.” As I say “okay.”
Now the next day, or was is a couple?, not really the point, anyway I was telling the best mates mum, how I’m friends with, what my kid said. And she said that he told her too, that her boy was going to marry my boy when they got older. Only she sat him down and told him that a man can’t marry a man. That marriage was between a man and a woman. Like yeah, now, in Australia, that’s tragically true, and she’s religious. But still, the difference.