My son is 27 and lives with his girlfriend.  My husband and I occasionally go over to visit.   I cannot imagine how he feels or what that feels like.  He has a mother and father and these days we can actually stand each other.  He likes me to hug him.  He calls and wants to talk to me.  He asks, “Where’s my daddy?”  Meanwhile I’m thinking he’s living a life I can’t understand.  My father didn’t live with us and when he came to visit he was abusive.  My mother was abusive and I couldn’t bear for her to touch me.  What he has experienced is so simple and yet so valuable.  I helped create something I might not ever be able to fully comprehend.  Life can be strange.