Dating
1.20.2005
So my mom sprung something shocking on me this morning....
"I may need you to take me to have lunch at that Chinese place by Blockbuster Monday" She says to me.
"Okay, we can go there." Me
"Actually, just me. I've got a date. A lunch date. With Steve." She replied.
"Steve" is this guy she works with. He's 47 and she claims he's divorced. Until yesterday I'd only heard he was married. But she also thought he was 59 (he must not be holding up too well). I didn't ask any details (because, well...ew) but she has mentioned this person a few times lately and I guess she's really going to do it.
My mom is 56 and my whole life she's went out with approximately one person. Two dates in fact. I think I was in third grade. His name was Sammy Thompson. She'd drop me at my aunt's house, then go out wherever, come back and we'd never speak of it. The second time, she came back two hours early and had told me she'd bought a new vcr and hooked it up at home (ours had broken I think) and she'd rented "Dennis The Meanace" for us to watch. Sammy was forgotten until a couple of years later, my mom, my cousin James, and myself were locked out of our car at Pizza Hut, and he came and introduced himself to us. It was slightly disturbing for me, though I can't explain why.
There was a man mom worked with many moons ago as well. They never dated, but I think my reaction to him conveys how I'm feeling now. I'd met Michael (Egg Head from here on out) many times prior to the event I'm discussing, but one day he really just drove me over the edge. I can't remember for the life of me what he was saying to my mom, but he'd followed us out of wal-mart one day when we were shopping, and said the dreaded thing. I threw my arms around my mother, giving him the evilest glare I could toss over my ten year old shoulder and screamed at the top of my lungs "You stay away from my mommy!!!". My mother was so taken aback that I didn't even get punished for yelling at an "adult" (I use the term loosely because he was barely into his 20s at the time. My mother and Egg Head remained friends but haven't talked in years. I think he's a prison guard or something. His head really IS shaped like an egg though.
I've thought a lot about what would happen to my mom when I met someone and wanted to start a life with them. I'd made all these mental plans about how she could live close by or right down next door, etc. but it hadn't really occured to me that she may not need me. That it may be me who gets the boot due to a man. I want her to be happy and most importantly, I don't want her to be alone. I'd like to see her find someone. But, it's so hard to accept what that means. I can't live with him. I won't listen to him. My whole life might change. Maybe it won't.
"Wow. You really like this Steve don't you?" I answered her, smiling
"I do."
That's nice. I'll make sure I'm free to take you" I replied.
And deep inside me, there was a little girl screaming.
"I may need you to take me to have lunch at that Chinese place by Blockbuster Monday" She says to me.
"Okay, we can go there." Me
"Actually, just me. I've got a date. A lunch date. With Steve." She replied.
"Steve" is this guy she works with. He's 47 and she claims he's divorced. Until yesterday I'd only heard he was married. But she also thought he was 59 (he must not be holding up too well). I didn't ask any details (because, well...ew) but she has mentioned this person a few times lately and I guess she's really going to do it.
My mom is 56 and my whole life she's went out with approximately one person. Two dates in fact. I think I was in third grade. His name was Sammy Thompson. She'd drop me at my aunt's house, then go out wherever, come back and we'd never speak of it. The second time, she came back two hours early and had told me she'd bought a new vcr and hooked it up at home (ours had broken I think) and she'd rented "Dennis The Meanace" for us to watch. Sammy was forgotten until a couple of years later, my mom, my cousin James, and myself were locked out of our car at Pizza Hut, and he came and introduced himself to us. It was slightly disturbing for me, though I can't explain why.
There was a man mom worked with many moons ago as well. They never dated, but I think my reaction to him conveys how I'm feeling now. I'd met Michael (Egg Head from here on out) many times prior to the event I'm discussing, but one day he really just drove me over the edge. I can't remember for the life of me what he was saying to my mom, but he'd followed us out of wal-mart one day when we were shopping, and said the dreaded thing. I threw my arms around my mother, giving him the evilest glare I could toss over my ten year old shoulder and screamed at the top of my lungs "You stay away from my mommy!!!". My mother was so taken aback that I didn't even get punished for yelling at an "adult" (I use the term loosely because he was barely into his 20s at the time. My mother and Egg Head remained friends but haven't talked in years. I think he's a prison guard or something. His head really IS shaped like an egg though.
I've thought a lot about what would happen to my mom when I met someone and wanted to start a life with them. I'd made all these mental plans about how she could live close by or right down next door, etc. but it hadn't really occured to me that she may not need me. That it may be me who gets the boot due to a man. I want her to be happy and most importantly, I don't want her to be alone. I'd like to see her find someone. But, it's so hard to accept what that means. I can't live with him. I won't listen to him. My whole life might change. Maybe it won't.
"Wow. You really like this Steve don't you?" I answered her, smiling
"I do."
That's nice. I'll make sure I'm free to take you" I replied.
And deep inside me, there was a little girl screaming.
Amelia at 4:19 PM
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