Talked to mother dearest a few days ago.
We have a bit of an odd relationship. We use to be super close, telling each other everything. But then she started dating a guy who lives in Florida. She began spending every weekend over there and has been there pretty much all summer. So over the past year, we have drifted farther and farther apart.
I don't really want to get into it but I am somewhat less than pleased with the situation.
And you might say that a lot of the things that happened this year (the drinking and...um....other stuff) was my way of acting out. Because when I was a teenager, I never did any of those things.
Anyway, she kept asking if I would like to go to Florida with her. I told her I wasn't interested because I am not crazy about her boyfriend.
Well, then she confessed that there was a guy that her boyfriend works with that she thinks would be perfect for me.
I kind of went off on her, telling her that it feels as if none of my family has any confidence in my ability to date on my own without throwing their picks into the race [my cousin just tired to hook me up with someone he works with].
Then I slipped.
I said, the only good thing about their picks was that they were less likely to be married. [The situation with WhatsHisName was still fresh in my mind.]
She fired back with "Yeah, been there. Done that. Got the scars. And went back for more."
Beautiful. Thanks, mom.