At\u00a024, while dealing with my\u00a0own life dramas, they sat me\u00a0down like it\u00a0was an\u00a0intervention and dropped a\u00a0bombshell: they were getting a\u00a0divorce.\n\n

I\u00a0almost choked on\u00a0my\u00a0coffee.\n\n
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\u201cWhat?!\u201d I\u00a0spluttered, trying not to\u00a0spill my\u00a0drink everywhere. \u201cBut you guys are like the epitome of \u2019til death do\u00a0us part\u2019!\u201d\n
Dad just shrugged, wearing his usual sheepish grin. \u201cWell, even poster children need a\u00a0change of\u00a0scenery sometimes.\u201d\n
Mom, with her familiar scowl, added, \u201cYour father\u2019s snoring is\u00a0driving me\u00a0to\u00a0an\u00a0early grave.\u201d\n
I\u00a0rolled my\u00a0eyes. \u201cMom, you wear earplugs to\u00a0bed!\u201d\n\n
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So, they parted ways.\n\n
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Dad moved into a\u00a0bachelor pad on\u00a0the edge of\u00a0town, surrounded by\u00a0sports memorabilia, while Mom joined a\u00a0book club that focused more on\u00a0yoga than literature. Dad\u2019s place became filled with ESPN memorabilia, and Mom\u2019s book club became a\u00a0social hub for retirees.\n
Then, out of nowhere, Dad shows up at Mom\u2019s doorstep one day with a bouquet of flowers and a confused look on his face. \u201cUm, hi, Diane,\u201d he starts, scratching his head like he\u2019s got fleas. \u201cDo I know you?\u201d Mom squints at him, equally puzzled. \u201cYou look kinda familiar. Are you selling something?\u201d\n\n
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I\u2019m standing there with my\u00a0popcorn, watching this awkward reunion unfold like a\u00a0scene from a\u00a0sitcom.\n\n
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Turns out, they both got diagnosed with Alzheimer\u2019s. Yup, both of\u00a0them. And they forgot they were divorced. And married, for that matter. Talk about a\u00a0plot twist.\n
So, there they were, these two forgetful lovebirds, rediscovering each other like awkward teenagers on\u00a0a\u00a0first date. Dad would bring Mom flowers every day, and Mom would eye him suspiciously until she remembered he\u00a0wasn\u2019t a\u00a0door-to-door salesman. Their interactions were straight out of\u00a0a\u00a0comedy sketch. Dad would try to\u00a0woo Mom with his best dad jokes, only to\u00a0forget the punchline halfway through. And Mom would try to\u00a0shush him every time he\u00a0got too loud, only to\u00a0forget why she was shushing him in\u00a0the first place.\n
And me? I\u2019m stuck in\u00a0the middle of\u00a0this circus, playing the role of\u00a0the exasperated daughter trying to\u00a0keep her parents from burning down the house.\n\n
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\u201cDad, you can\u2019t barbecue in\u00a0the living room!\u201d I\u2019d yell, snatching the lighter out of\u00a0his hand.\n\n
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\u201cBut Sarah, I\u00a0thought\u00a0I was making a\u00a0special dinner for your mother,\u201d he\u2019d reply, looking confused.\n
From the other room, Mom would add, \u201cI\u00a0did smell something burning!\u201d\n
Despite the chaos, there was a\u00a0sweetness in\u00a0their interactions. Witnessing my\u00a0parents find joy despite their forgetfulness reminded me\u00a0that love has no\u00a0boundaries.\n
We\u00a0hope this couple have a\u00a0happy old age together. After all,\u00a0divorce\u00a0is\u00a0always a\u00a0serious ordeal.\n
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