My mom went on a date.
"A sort of date" she called it.
"A sort of hanging out between two friends" she continued
"We had martini's" she chuckled
"It was a good time." She said more to herself than to me.
For some reason this unsettles me. I don't know why. She could even tell it bothered me on the phone, i became unresponsive and detached adding some "really" and "wow's" in so she wouldn't think that i hung up on her.
It's weird. I've never had to share my mom's attention with anyone else. I feel like a jealous cat. "She's mine" i want to yell to the guy with a weird name. With my back arched in a defensive stance so he knows i mean business.
"she's mine" i want to growl "there's no place for you here."
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