Throwaway name just for this because incest is so dangerous.
Wife and I have a marriage on the rocks. All pretenses of civility are slipping away. We each have consulted an attorney, and separation seemed inevitable. Two adult children, Jonathan and Vanessa, and they’ve chosen sides.
Only reason our household is still together is that my wife and I don’t love each other enough to hate each other. More like roommates. We don’t even fight anymore, not like before. Bicker a lot, about almost everything, but not much emotion in it. Kids took sides many years ago. Daddy’s girl and Mommy’s boy. In fact, they fight more than my wife and I.
And here’s a snapshot for you – wife and I at dining room table disagreeing about something. Everything, really. Jon comes over and stands behind her. Like he’s her wingman. Standing behind her chair, he puts his hands on her shoulders, encouraging her, support in her struggle. She visibly relaxes, the contact soothing her. She reaches up and across her chest and pats his hand with hers, then leaves hers there on top of his. It is almost an embrace. Then he gives her shoulders little squeezes, slight rubs. The little shit is caressing his mother right in front of me, and she starts to smile, then tries not to. The boy she loves has her back as she deals with the man she doesn’t love anymore. His hands are openly massaging her now, stroking her, and she loves it. She leans back into him, away from me.