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”
Wounded.
“I believe you about what happened to you.”
“Then why would you keep seeing him?”
“I didn’t say I would.”
“Mom.”
“But I need to make my own decision.”
I hated that.
Which was exactly why she needed to say it.
