I'm Her Son!!

My mom is here.

Yesterday, we were in Starbucks. I slipped into the bathroom while she waited for me. When I emerged, I heard one clerk ask her for her order...and the other one said, "she's waiting for her husband (meaning me.)"

Quick -- what's the number for my therapist again?

Last summer, when visiting my parents in Illinois, before she could introduce me as her son to a neighbor, the neighbor said, "oh, is this your brother?"

This is not helping my mid-life crisis. Mom's in her sixties. I'm in my early forties. True, in gay years, that makes me past my expiration date and on the age continuum of jail bait -- yummy -- troll -- I'm at the troll end. But I don't think I look like a contemporary of my mother who was born during World War II.

Maybe it's not an insult to me but rather a compliment to my youthful looking mom? Yeah...that's it.