one of my first thoughts (after first simply appreciating this terrific childhood-from-the-child’s-point-of-view piece of writing) was that this experience precisely parallels what life is like for children of divorce, except that your friend’s (perfectly nice) mom is your (generally perfectly nice) stepmother or stepfather (who, nevertheless, might as well be from Mars), and no one comes to pick you up at 2 am.
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