Freestylin\\\’

I love my mother. Believe me: I love her. She definitely knows how to ask the wrong questions at the wrong times.

“Does R have a baby?” she asked me, in a slightly sing-song and innocent child-like voice. (It’s a tone she uses when she knows I might get upset!)

Who is R? R happens to be a mofo I have no residual feelings for what-so-ever whenever I think about him, although I do think about him from time to time. He happens to be the dude I mentioned in an earlier entry about marriage. He was the first person I was engaged to.

Gritting my teeth, I replied as respectfully as possible, “I don’t know, and I probably never will know if he does.” I wanted to add “nor do I care”, but I knew my mother would take that as giving her attitude, so I dropped it.

These damn exes. Why should we still think about them? I was talking with a my friend, J, today — delightfully relishing a Shandy (try it, it’s way cooler than a mimosa) during a work meeting. Somehow during this work meeting, the ex-boyfriend talk came up.