on entering decade three as a divorcee--good heavens, not this again...
"You know, Abi, Honey, you've always been so intense--maybe you should try being more friendly and open to meeting new people."
Despite my best efforts to deny that her comments have any effect on me, I can already feel myself regressing, suppressing the urge to flick a pea across the table as she turns to my father while he's offering a critique on the baked chicken breast.
"Mom, do you think really think I could be this pleasant with just any random stranger I meet?"--I know how to deflect...
insinuations and innuendos
and since when does Mom call me "Honey"?
everything from hints that she
thinks maybe I'm a lesbian to suggestions
that, though I'm high functioning, I'm probably
still somewhere on the autism spectrum;
everything from pity to loaded questions
that read more like statements bordering on accusation,
"Why, reasonably attractive and intelligent as you seem
are you still alone in this world that appraises your station
based on relationship status or function as part of a network or team?"
For heaven's sake, here we go again...
elPintor
Mon 6th Aug 2018 00:16
Hey everybody and thanks for reading and all of your lovely comments. Really, I can't possibly blame all of that on my mother--it only made the story run a bit smoother.
Truthfully, the closest thing to fact in the entire piece is the part about me flicking peas across the table (I would do almost anything to get out of eating them)--and, I can't forget, almost twenty years living single. The rest is a sort of emulsion brewed from various comments I've received from people concerned about my persistent single status.
A book or short story would be great but, along with the other flaws with which I seem to be plagued, I also have a somewhat short attention span.
Thanks again..enjoying what's left of a splendidly unproductive weekend here in the States...
Rachel x