When the movie The Kids Are All Right came out and I saw the first trailer walking past the TV I stopped in my tracks. It was as though someone was holding me there, unable to move until it was finished. I was immediately reminded of my ex-boyfriend’s family, which bears at least a superficial resemblance to the family in the story. I immediately wanted to see it with them because I wanted to know if they thought it was a good movie. The only problem with this idea is that I’m not on very easy speaking terms with their son. I left him and I am ashamed to admit that it could have been done with a lot more class than I used. As a result the boy who probably counted as my best friend in high school can barely speak to me without crying. I don’t regret that I left but how I left, because in doing so I am afraid that I created a rift too wide to ever bridge again with some of the few people outside of my family who believe I am worth much. I try not to regret the mistakes I have made in life but that is most definitely one of them. For what it’s worth I’m sorry.