““Are they happy at all, ever?" "No", my mother says. "I don't know if they'll survive this." "That's terrible," I say. "It's a difficult situation, obviously. And I know you don't know this yet, but marriage all by itself is hard anyway," she says and examines a lock of my hair with concern. Can you believe this woman? She just says shit like that casually, with no regard, and then pretends my hair is the problem. "Mom, just because I don't care about being married myself doesn't mean I don't understand how it works for other people." "You're still young, you should care," she says. She studies the ends of my hair again. "But not so young that you don't have to take vitamins," she says, and then the memorial service begins.””
