My mother finally talks to me about sex
This morning, for the first time in my life, my mom and I had a conversation about relationships and sex.
It wasn’t so much a talk than a confrontation that required her to bring up the topic. It lasted only as long as the car ride to work, and involved many blocks of awkward silence.
My mom is not a very articulate person, so our arguments are never arguments - in that they’re not linear, goal-oriented dialogs. They’re more like her scattered lamentations met with either silence or resistance.
So even though I’ve recounted the conversation below, the one relevant detail was that she was confused, appalled, and very angry.
Mom: (angry outburst) Who is this guy you’re going out with? How come I don’t know anything about him? What does he do?
Me: What do you want to know?
Mom: Why? Because I’m your mother, I have the right to know!
Me: I meant what. What do you want to know?
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