I Married A Man Exactly Like My Father

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Last week was the birthdays of both my Man and my Dad. It’s got me thinking about how similar they are and how I, a modern woman, did the totally classic antiquated Freudian/Jungian thing of marrying my dad.

(Oh, to be clear, I’m not actually married to my man. We’ve been together for like a decade so we’re life partners or whatever, you know, very Brooklyn, but I’ve got a ring and everything…