Foreshadowing: Oedipus was a mythical Greek king of Thebes. He fulfilled a prophecy that said he would kill his father and marry his mother.


Jack loves me. Like a lot. Like, there is so much me in his heart that there is little room for anyone else. Well, I take that back. There is room for others, just not those who directly vie with him for my attention.

Say, for instance, Alex.

There are days when Jack will tell Alex, “My heart is very small for you,” or will respond to Alex’s question, “Do you love me?” with a blunt “no”—or, somehow even worse, just a thumbs down.

[I’d like to make clear here that Jack very clearly and obviously loves and adores Alex, just as Alex clearly loves and adores Jack. It’s just that in Jack’s mind, they are evidently in direct competition.]

The other day Jack started talking to me about his (Jack) and my wedding. I told him that we couldn’t get married. “Yeah, because she’s already married to Dad!” Sam helpfully told him.

I would have gone with, “We can’t marry because YOU ARE MY CHILD,” but that wouldn’t have fed into Alex’s heightening paranoia as well.

Within a day or two of this conversation, Jack approached Alex and said to him, “Your and mom’s love can never be.”

…and scene.

Alex has started sleeping with a frying pan under his pillow…just in case.

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