Three. Three is the magic number. I remember when Sully turned three, we sang that song. The trinity, the triangle. Thirty-three and a third. The wedge.
My idea of the three of us, the original three of us, was that it was easier, so much easier when we were together. We could hand off, we could take turns, we could share. And it was fun instead of boring and kind of stressful, which it often was for me alone with the baby. But as my son started talking and walking, it got so we never got to talk to each other when Sully was around.
And then when we were on the verge of divorce, Sullivan was extra insistent on always having our attention when we were together. And I said: No wonder our marriage fell apart, since we never got to talk.
I no longer talk to Sully’s dad at all, but I have a boyfriend and the three of us together have the same problem. Someone always seems to get left out. No one really gets what they need. So I wonder about three.
That's where Minecraft comes in, and makes it four. With peace for everyone. Kind of.