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”
“Some of it.”
Then:
“But I want a relationship where reality isn’t curated for me.”
That sentence stayed with me.
Curated reality.
A beautiful phrase for a terrible habit.
People curate what others know for many reasons.
Fear.