The Lie: No, I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to spend time with your grandma and grandpa.
The Truth: I think it would be a great idea. Michelle’s parents are awesome. Her dad and I used to hang out at McGrath’s and watch the Bruins. I still stop in every now and then during games, but I haven’t seen him. There’s a part of me that’s tempted to give him a call and ask him to grab lunch, although I assume there’s some unwritten prohibition against trying to hang out with your ex-wife’s father while doing your best to avoid your ex-wife.
Maybe I subconsciously assumed Michelle would be really good at marriage, since her parents were clearly such experts. By that logic, though, I should’ve expected that I’d be really bad at being married, given the example my parents set for me. I mean, hey, maybe I was; who can say which one of us was at fault?
(Michelle can say, actually – and did, several times a day, during those last few years. It got really annoying.)