I know why my mother married my dad. The relationship was very rocky and they divorced permanently when I was 15. There were lots of almost-divorces. I had one of those conversations with my mother. She told me something I will NEVER get out of my head. Information I shouldn’t know.

I suppose you wonder how this conversation started. I was talking about my son and puberty. See, he’s a late-bloomer. He’s got some hair, but not on his chest, armpits or face. His voice is changing dramatically. I know he has some hair because I accidentally caught a glimpse of it. I had no idea he was even beginning puberty yet.

I’ve always hoped that he would be better endowed than his own father. It appears that he may be. When I mentioned this to my mother, she tells me that he must take after my father’s side of the family Yes, it seems my father had a big one.

A long time ago I saw a picture of him when my mother and he first met. He was a handsome guy. I thought that might be the reason they married. Home had always been unstable. I guess my dad was the unstable one. So, I never really knew why they married, and I never thought to ask. I suppose I thought my mother wouldn’t want to talk about it.

So perhaps I have an odd wish for my son—to be “endowed” as to not be embarrassed. I’ve known too many guys who have size issues. Issues that are generally unfounded.

Now I’m left with information about my dad that I didn’t really want to know. Funny.