The Good-Bye Wad Ten. The Good-Bye Wad By the time September rolled around, I was finally feeling stable and solid after my breakup, mentally and physically grounded from four months of yoga, running, a steady paycheck, and the support group that was our home at Heartbreak Hotel. I also had some bonus confidence from my newfound success with casual dating. The San Francisco summer hit right on schedule, bringing blue skies, sun, and the few nights a year with temperatures high enough to wear shorts. If ever a time was perfect for my parents to visit me, this was it. And I had been waiting for almost nine years; their one visit during that stretch was the previous December, a mere forty-eight-hour stopover on their way home from Palm Springs. My mom had come to San Francisco a few times alone, and although the reasons for my dad’s absences went undiscussed between me and him, I considered it part of our “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy, extended to include my home city, my home, all of me and my life.
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