True or not, a random series of alternately tawdry and horrifying events do not a cohesive narrative make. Just because something really happened doesn't necessarily mean it's a story worth telling.
What was the point here? Avoid having a menage-a-trois with your son and his boyfriend as it may lead to a stomach ache? Don't respond to your husband stealing your gay son's girlfriend by having sex with some anonymous troll of a cab driver? Keep up on those RSVPs or they will make for an unsightly "in" basket in the foyer? Who knows? Who cares? Was he "bi" because he did his mom? Was daddy comparatively sane for running like hell away from both of them? You know, we have an outlet for such nasty true crime stories and they are mostly aired at late hours on A&E. That's where this belongs. Pronto.
What was the point here? Avoid having a menage-a-trois with your son and his boyfriend as it may lead to a stomach ache? Don't respond to your husband stealing your gay son's girlfriend by having sex with some anonymous troll of a cab driver? Keep up on those RSVPs or they will make for an unsightly "in" basket in the foyer? Who knows? Who cares? Was he "bi" because he did his mom? Was daddy comparatively sane for running like hell away from both of them? You know, we have an outlet for such nasty true crime stories and they are mostly aired at late hours on A&E. That's where this belongs. Pronto.