Last weekend I celebrated my birthday with my kids and Special Man and CC. At least that was the plan.
We were preparing our Tiny Food (for our Tiny Food party), when my mother walked in. I heard her voice from the kitchen as she walked in. “It’s my mother,” I whispered to SMF. Now he’s met her, multiple times. I believe she liked him, until the day I told her he was in an open marriage.
“I had no idea he was so dysfunctional,” she told me. (Not sure what that says about me, thanks, Mom.)
I introduced her to CC. “This is SMF’s WIFE.” Mom was polite. Appropriate. Surprised. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head, as she debated how she would proceed. My mother considers herself a morally responsible person, who has a duty to make her moral position clear. To everyone.
I’m sure it killed her not to say anything. But she didn’t. Not even to me privately.
When she left she made a point to call CC by name and say goodbye and that it had been nice to meet her. They didn’t really interact, but I suppose that’s okay.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that after three years, I’m truly OUT.
And the world didn’t end.