This picture is proof that I did allow my parents to kiss me. It is the only kiss I remember from them. I knew my parents loved me always. My "wiring" kept me distant. We did not know then what I know now; Aspergers wired. It was a perfect set up, my life. They both worked, and I had the house to myself. It is most likely the only way I survived; them, too. When they came home, I retreated to my room. Here we are on our wedding day. It was a sweet day.
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