Parents. Love them totally. Don't want to imagine life without them.
Enter the new love interest. Things are going marvelously wonderfully well. We think, we talk, we decide, let's spend next weekend together. All...."ahem".... weekend.
Parents. In their 60's. Tell them I'm going on a weekend vacation.
You'd think I opened a brothel in my house with the reaction. Get my drift?
So, going to have to endure a week of brow-beating, guilt-laying speeches.
What's a 37 YEAR OLD
long-time divorced Mom who had not much of a social life of her own up until recently supposed to do??