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Edward Cullen/surprised
I sit back in my chair.
I don't think I could pick up my jaw off the floor if I tried.
"I just didn't want you to be surprised when it was finalized," Dad says, brushing the side of his scruffy cheek.
I have never seen my father with more than a five o'clock shadow.
When I showed up for lunch, I almost didn't recognize him.
He shaved his head and is growing a beard.
He's wearing a leather vest.
"I tried, Edward. Honestly, I did."
I nod.
"This isn't some midlife crisis or anything. This is me finally being comfortable in my skin after almost thirty years."
My parents are separating.
Dad's already filed the papers, and Mom's scrambling to find a lawyer who will fight the prenup she signed.
I'm getting married in a week, and my parents are splitting up.
I'm in shock, but at the same time, I'm not surprised.
He's been miserable for so long.
I feel guilty because I know I'm one of the reasons he stuck around.
"I'm happy for you, Dad. It's about time you found happiness."