Mommie Dearest: part 1

For the first 10 or so years after I was married, my mother never failed to greet my husband by asking, “Do you still love her?” Never.

Uncharacteristically, I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe the first time--hell, I can be generous--maybe the first two, it was cute. Not funny, but mildly amusing. Maybe.

After that: not so much. Especially after four years. And then after five and six and seven and... It seemed my marriage needed to last a decade before my mother could cast aside her deep-seated fear that my husband would wake up one day and realize what a horrific mistake he had made.

Thanks for the memory, mom.