When my daughter, the only child of divorced parents, was a teen, she told me, "I want a man who will treat me like you treat me. But not like you treat other women." Perhaps I had a momentary mental blackout when she said it, but in my memory the comment came out of nowhere. In my mind, nothing in our conversation should have elicited that comment. Perhaps it was part of a conversation she carried on in her head. Perhaps it was just something she felt she needed to tell me. In my mind, it made me sit up... Read more →