At 53, My Mom Finally Started Dating Again—When I Met the Man Making Her So Happy, I Waited Until He Left and Said, “Mom, You Need to Know Who He Really Is”
Then:
“I’m too old to waste time insulting my younger self.”
She was sixty-one.
I laughed.
She hit me with a dish towel.
Some things never change.
EPILOGUE — BEFORE YOU GET ANY CLOSER
At fifty-three, my mother started dating again.
I had never seen her happier.
That is what made the truth so difficult.