Adult children #cherrypiecure

posted by susan-oh-susan / april 25 at 6:45 am / uncategorized / 11 comments

Tyler came home yesterday. I had a roast chicken and mashed potatoes waiting for him, and chocolate chip cookies and lemon meringue pie. And yes, some vegetables too, but neither he nor you really care what I steamed, do you?

“Sublimating less, Mom?” he said between bites.

I blushed.

He gave me the world’s biggest bag of pot as an early Mother’s Day present.

“Because I trust you didn’t go buying shit that was laced with god-knows-what on the train platform?” he said sternly. As if I was the child. I nodded. “This is organic, clean, clean, medicinal quality British Columbia weed,” he said as he rolled us a joint.

Yes, I smoked a joint with my son again.

On the front porch.

I told him a little about Reza.

He told me he just had his first thing with a boy.

I didn’t choke on the joint or anything.

“Are you gay?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “But I’m not sure. It was interesting.”

“Have you ever had a… thing… with a girl?” I asked.

“Not really,” he said. “I’m just getting started looking into this stuff. I think I might just be a late bloomer.”

And we mostly left it at that.

I told him I was going to stay over at Reza’s place on Friday.

He nodded. “Cool.”

Then, after a pause, “You should text me the address. You know. To be safe.”

As if I was the child.

Having adult children is very weird.

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11 comments on Adult children:

sugar&spice76: Tell me about it, honey. Mine are younger—just teening—but sweet Jesus, I was not ready for this.

susan-oh-susan: What’s going on, Sugar?

sugar&spice76: Girl stuff. Boy stuff. Drug stuff. Drama stuff. They’re good kids, mind you, they’re good kids. But they’re killing me right now.

FemmeFataleFun: Yeah, right now, I really wish I had boys, not girls. You have one of each, Sugar? I’ve got three girls. Eleven, fourteen, and seventeen. Here’s the horror show: the youngest has just started menstruating. And we are all coordinated. Do you know what it means to have four PMSing women in the house at the same time?

ilikeherbooty-full: Holy fucking buzz kill, Femme! If you say tampon, I’m leaving.

BeautifulThingsEveryday: Tampon.

ilikeherbooty-full: You, baby, I’m inured to.

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sugar&spice76: Femme? You. Are. Awesome. Thank you.

ilikeherbooty-full: So, Femme, like anytime someone has a problem, you send them a dildo or a vibrator?

FemmeFataleFun: I know a good dildo doesn’t solve any problems. But it makes many of them more bearable.

mommyshidinginthebathroom3: ROFLMAO.

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About mjanecolette

Writer. Reader. Angster. Reformed Bohemian (not). Author of the erotic romance TELL ME, the erotic tragedy (with a happy ending) CONSEQUENCES (of defensive adultery), the award-winning rom-com (she's versatile) CHERRY PIE CURE, and the just released TEXT ME, CUPID--a (slightly dirty) love story for 21st century adults who don't believe in love... but want it anyway. A sought-after speaker and presenter, Colette is also the author of the non-fiction collection of essays ROUGH DRAFT CONFESSIONS: not a guide to writing and selling erotica and romance but full of inside inside anyway, and the curator of the fab YYC Queer Writers anthologies Queer Christmas in Cowtown and Screw Chocolate. Coming in 2019: Once Upon A Queer Summer Night's in Cowtown.

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