Retail therapy is good... retail therapy with your mom is better.
My mom and I have a ritual. Once every few weeks we get together and shop. For whatever. She's fantastic and foots the bill (she's a good woman and knows that her baby boy is under the gun) so that it can be a guiltless endevour. We just shop... and talk... it's the talking that makes it fun. In between the "how does this look?" and the "do you need green onions?" there's a perfect blend of "how are things?" and "you look depressed, anything you need to talk about?"
Because she's like that.
She's comfortable talking about whatever but is respectful of boundaries. She'll ask how school is but won't ask about grades. She'll ask if I'm seeing someone but won't ask if she's another psycho ex in waiting. She just cares and lets it come out naturally--no pressure or force. She's the type of woman that everyone wants to talk to because she's so sweet... the kind of person that people with something on their minds visit and feel better when they leave. They type of person you're both thrilled to call your mother and terrified to bring home partner's to meet because you want her to like them... she's the perfect mom.
And I'm fucking lucky to have her.
My mom and I have a ritual. Once every few weeks we get together and shop. For whatever. She's fantastic and foots the bill (she's a good woman and knows that her baby boy is under the gun) so that it can be a guiltless endevour. We just shop... and talk... it's the talking that makes it fun. In between the "how does this look?" and the "do you need green onions?" there's a perfect blend of "how are things?" and "you look depressed, anything you need to talk about?"
Because she's like that.
She's comfortable talking about whatever but is respectful of boundaries. She'll ask how school is but won't ask about grades. She'll ask if I'm seeing someone but won't ask if she's another psycho ex in waiting. She just cares and lets it come out naturally--no pressure or force. She's the type of woman that everyone wants to talk to because she's so sweet... the kind of person that people with something on their minds visit and feel better when they leave. They type of person you're both thrilled to call your mother and terrified to bring home partner's to meet because you want her to like them... she's the perfect mom.
And I'm fucking lucky to have her.