My dad and I were bear hunting when I was 14. We were sitting up against a hay bale. I was oddly quiet, and ol' Hal was wondering why he didn't have to constantly shush me like usual. He looked over and noticed that I looked pretty sad. He asked what was wrong, and I said, "Dad? Were you and mom really going to get a divorce?"
He was confused, but remembered that the night before after hunting we had stopped into a shack belonging to a guy he went to high school with. While we were there he told the following story:
"Well, Dianne and I had HAD it. I packed up my guns, my dogs, my clothes, and took off down the driveway in the truck. I saw Dianne running after the truck waving her arms, so I stopped.
'"What do you want?' I asked her. 'Aren't you going to take the kids?' She yelled. 'No! I don't want 'em!' I said, and she said, 'Well I don't want 'em either.'
"We stared at eachother for a while, and finally I turned the truck around. I unpacked all of my stuff. We realized we could never get a divorce because neither of us wanted those darn kids."
Still keeping the folks together,