I gave her a copy the day she brought our son, Adam, to the house so that he could spend another weekend with me. Julia was going to a psychologist's conference. When she returned on Monday, to pick up Adam, she handed me the manuscript. It's not a story. Stories are about people.
Stories are about real or imagined lives.
This is just some notes. Notes, or maybe a self-serving treatise. For the record, I'd appreciate it if you would leave me out of your work. You don't even have the decency to change my name. If you insist on using my real name then at least quote me correctly.