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While has been reviewed by human transcribers, may nta errors. Please review the episo d before quotg om this transcript and email wh any qutns.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">[MUSIC PLAYING]</p></dd><dl class="css-1jysr6y"><dt class="css-xx7kwh">archived rerdg 1</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Love now and forever.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">archived rerdg 2</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Did you fall love?</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">archived rerdg 3</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Jt tell her I love her.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">archived rerdg 4</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Love is stronger than anythg.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">archived rerdg 5</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">For the love of love.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">archived rerdg 6</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">And I love you more than anythg.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">archived rerdg 7</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">(SINGING) What is love?</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">archived rerdg 8</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Here’s to love.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">archived rerdg 9</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Love.</p></dd></dl><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">From “The New York Tim,” I’m Anna Mart. This is “Morn Love.” Today, on the show, we have a story about how, sometim, a fay is held together by untths. The aren’t necsarily outright li, but they’re evasns. They’re avoidanc. They’re the silenc that ver somethg up.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">The say is wrten by David Khalaf. In his fay, the untth was about how David is gay and very happily married to a man. David’s whole fay kept this a secret om his grandmother. His say is lled, “The Hoe Where My Hband Don’t Exist.” And begs wh David returng to his hometown to go to a fay gatherg.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">I rang the doorbell of my grandmother’s hoe, and then I remembered to pull off my weddg rg. And I slipped to my pocket, and I was someone else, an actor playg a fictnal versn of me.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">When I got married, my fay ma a cisn for my grandmother. They agreed that everyone uld know about my hband, except her. They feared she would disown me, exriate my father, blame my mother. My grandmother was om the old untry, and she lived by old l.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">My grandmother sat the same spot on the uch where I’ve always known her to be, but now she was breathg through a tube nnected to an oxygen tank. David, she lled out, raisg her arms. I’m dyg, she said. My grandmother has been dyg for 20 years. On that day, however, her shnken body clared that tth a way her voice never uld. I love you, Nana, I said. Cancer, she said. I love you, I replied.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">Our relatnship had been built on s of two-mute nversatns about her most recent ach and pas. I knew ltle about her past, other than that she’d had a tumultuo life Palte, beg married off to an olr man and beg a mother while her teens. By the time polil turmoil and fay fightg forced her to flee to the Uned Stat, she’d given birth to three more children and lost her hband.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">Why did you move up there, she asked. Why leave your fay? I like Portland, I said. I uldn’t tell her about my hband and me watchg the ra om our porch, or our brisk hik to see sweepg views of the Columbia River. She’d never see the weddg photos of unr the misty St. John’s Bridge. Are you livg wh anyone? The qutn wasn’t pryg, merely cur. What n I tell her? Y, Nana, I’m livg wh the love of my life.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">I looked at my nt, the only other person listeng . Am I livg wh anyone, I asked. I didn’t know if there had been efforts to ordate this fictn. Had anyone bothered to give me a backstory? A roommate, I said. The word reverberated like an ntatn, as if I had summoned the ghosts of every gay person who had ever been forced to e this pretense, a word to protect and erase.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">For s, I hid my feelgs om the world and suffoted them to nothgns. From the moment I accepted my hband’s proposal of marriage, I promised I would never forsake him. Our engagement was not only a promise to him, was a promise to myself that I would never hi aga. But here I was. Are you happy, my grandmother asked. I love you, Nana, I said.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">But now I was speakg to someone else, to the man who did not exist her hoe.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">That afternoon, my mother had stayed home wh my hband to help him feel ls alone, to help all pretend this was not a chara. They were watchg a movie or makg lunch or chattg about his fay and the reasons for his trangement om them. I reached to my pocket and felt the smooth ntours of my weddg rg. In the darkns of my pocket, my fgers slipped through . Whatever he was dog, I knew he was dog , wh his rg on.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">It turns out, that wasn’t the last time David saw his grandmother. I talked to him about their fal vis, after the break.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">[MUSIC PLAYING]</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">David Khalaf, thank you so much for readg your say.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Thanks for havg me.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">So your “Morn Love” say was about a vis to your grandmother’s hoe California that you thought would be the last time you ever saw her alive. But you actually saw her one more time. Can you tell me about that fal vis?</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Yeah, I was travelg down to Los Angel for the holidays. And she was not dog well. And so my hband and I drove down om Portland to Los Angel to see her so that I uld vis wh her one last time.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">You know, ’s tertg, bee your say, you thought that’d be your last time talkg to your grandmother. So a way, perhaps, sounds like you said everythg you need to say. So this tly fal vis, this vis to the hospal — I don’t know — did you feel like — what was different about ? You’d said what you need to say, so what was left?</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Yeah, there really wasn’t much left. But the send I walked and the send she saw me, she regnized me and said, David. And I me over and took her hand, and she took my hand. And we jt sat there for a moment.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">You drove to the hospal wh Constanto, wh your hband. Where was he durg all this, when you were the room holdg your grandma’s hand?</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Constanto waed for me the r. So he —</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">He was jt outsi.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">He was jt outsi, yeah. I thk even for jt a spl send, enterta the ia of brgg him , but I thk if I brought him the room, I would eher have to tell her who he was. And as someone who was clearly ailg at the time, that felt maybe like a cel thg to do, to give her somethg difficult to wrtle wh. And was eher that or lie about who he was. And I’m over lyg.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">How did you feel as you left the hospal?</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">[SIGHS]: I felt sad. I thk part of me was grievg a ltle b, not jt losg her, but also a b of sadns about the lims of our relatnship and how was a smaller, more superficial relatnship than I would have wanted.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">I thk if there was any other emotn, there was a b of relief, and, one, relief for her bee she’d been pa for many years, relief for me bee she was the last person on Earth who I had agreed to perpetuate a lie for. And so I knew once she had passed, that I uld 100 percent fully, tly, be myself the world. And there was no one on Earth who I need to pretend to.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">You spoke at your grandmother’s funeral. What did you talk about your logy?</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Yeah, so my folks had asked a few of the grandchildren to share a memory of their grandmother. And my sister and my agreed. I cled. And they asked aga, and I cled aga. But —</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">You’re kd of lghg, but I feel like that’s kd of an unfortable thg. They asked you, and you said no. Tell me about why you reacted that way.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">[LAUGHS]:: Yeah, well, I almost took offense to them even askg me bee I had lerally wrote a lumn “The New York Tim” about my distant and almost tranged relatnship wh my grandmother. And they had read , and then they e to me and say, hey, would you share a memory of your grandmother? And one of the origal reasons that I cled was bee I uldn’t thk of a good memory to share.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">We had had a lifetime of such short, superficial nversatns. And so when I agreed to speak, I cid I would share about the last time I saw her at the hospal. And that was meangful bee I felt like we did have a moment there. And was meangful bee the love of my life, the most important person to me, was outsi a parkg lot. She never fully saw me. And I never fully saw her. And that that’s OK, that we still loved each other bee she was my grandmother, I was her grandson, and we loved each other bee of that. And maybe that’s enough.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">I mean, I have to say, I’ve never heard a logy like that ever before. But I image that if I haven’t heard a logy like that, a lot of folks the room also had not heard a logy as hont as that. What were the reactns om your fay after you gave this speech?</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">I was very happy wh what I said, but not everyone was. And particular, my dad, who was a very kd and gentle man, was fur. And he felt like the memory disrpected my grandmother. And to him, my logy was selfish.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">I thk he felt like I ma about me, rather than jt sharg somethg bright and cheery about her.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">And for me, was important to accurately characterize the nature of our relatnship. And we never, at least, for my part, never felt like I was vulnerable wh her. And when you aren’t vulnerable wh someone, you’re strangers.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">I’m thkg about how there were all the opportuni you had to troduce Constanto to your grandmother. And for so many reasons, every time, you cid that wasn’t the right time. But I want to know, like an alternate world where you had troduced the two of them, what would you have wanted your grandma to know about Constanto, to know about your hband?</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">What I’d want her to know is that I’m loved, and I am plete. And she was always ncerned about gettg married. So there’s this part of her that always wanted to be plete through the creatn of fay. And so I feel like if there were some way which I uld get her to accept and unrstand that he is fay, that she would be able to accept that and she would be able to be happy for me.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">David, thank you so much for sharg your memori of your grandma wh me. Thank you so much for this nversatn.</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">david khalaf</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">Thanks for havg me.</p><p class="css-8hvvyd">[MUSIC PLAYING]</p></dd><dt class="css-xx7kwh">anna mart</dt><dd class="css-4gvq6l"><p class="css-8hvvyd">You n fd a lk to David Khalaf’s full “Morn Love” say our show not. “Morn Love” is produced by Julia Botero, Crista Djossa, and Hans Buetow. It’s eded by Sarah Sarasohn. Our executive producer is Jen Poyant. This episo was mixed by Rowan Niemisto, and our show was rerd by Maddy Masiello. The “Morn Love” theme mic is by Dan Powell. Origal mic by Marn Lozano and Dan Powell. Digal productn by Nell Gallogly. The “Morn Love” lumn is eded by Daniel Jon. Miya Lee is the edor of “Morn Love” projects. I’m Anna Mart. 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