What I will put down is the arithmetic, because I have done it and it does not go away.

July 2021 to September 2024 is thirty-eight months.

My daughter asked me to get her out of that house when she was seventeen years old, in the only way a seventeen-year-old can, and I said no in nine words without asking one question, and three years and two months later she went into the corner of a table.

Part Forty-Eight: What I Had Wrong About My Own Marriage

For about a year I told this story with a line at the end of it.