My reach was my dad, and honestly this was the song that did it. We didn't fall out over each other — we fell out over the TV. Both of us, different channels, same poison. I called him and said "Dad, I think we got robbed. Somebody took our Sunday dinners and sold them for ratings." Long pause. Then he laughed and said "no more love and run, huh." We turned everything off and played euchre for three hours. First time in four years.
— Jenna, Columbus, OH
Shared July 2, 2026
