Life is not a fairytale.

Dear Annie,

I know you always wondered how your Dad and I got together and I also know that we never really told you.
Don’t think I haven’t noticed the suspicious looks you cast my way whenever I told you that we met at the opera at one of Trishas plays, because we both know how strained the relationship between your Dad and your aunt is. But in a way I never lied. We did meet each other there. Just not for the first time.