To become a US citizen, you are required to renounce your citizenship of birth.
To say, “I no longer love my country of birth or have any allegiance to that country at all.”
I think that’s kind of fucked up.
So did my mother-in-law.
[I was married to Swedes for a time.]
Vera lived in the United States for fifty years. From the time she was hauled over here as a young mother and bride — to the day she died.
Vera is the smartest woman I ever met.
Vera did the New York Times crossword puzzle every Sunday morning.
For fun and relaxation.
In her third language.
[She spoke seven.]
In under an hour.
[Okay actually a half hour but that just pisses me off so I’m trying to downplay that.]
[Okay actually Vera spoke nine languages, but Vera didn’t count languages Vera couldn’t rap in as “fluent.”]
[I can’t do that fucking New York Times crossword puzzle in a week.]
Vera could not vote in a US election because she would not renounce Sweden.
I lost Vera when I divorced her son.
She never forgave me for that.
I get that.
Vera never renounced Sweden.
How could she forgive me for renouncing her son?