“They’re all assholes,” she said.
I cried – flung across my bed. “He doesn’t like me and
he asked Michelle to go to Great America!”
"Pick an asshole and grow old with him. Yes, honey - you can
have a new boyfriend every year, but when will you stick with someone?
The first five years were us just getting to know one another.
The next ten were about becoming a family. Relationships take work."
At 12, I assumed she had a sidecar for lunch. At 35, Grandma's breakup advice makes for good common sense.