My parents split when I was too young to remember, but they still see each other off and on.
My mom has a box of pictures of them hanging out together at points throughout the years. I’ve never seen two people look so happy together.
But they never stick. They hang out for three days straight, say a long goodbye, and then don’t call each other for weeks. It’s a game of brinksmanship, each daring the other to cave.
It’s not healthy.
My dad says that my mom has always been electric. Something about her just keeps him coming back.