EEW EWW EWW EWW EWW!
I remember the first time my mother asked me about my sex life. I was taking a bath at her house, but that didn’t stop her from barging in and sitting on her throne. “So, what’s sex like, with your husband?”
“EEWWWW! I don’t want to talk about that with you!!” I dunked my head underwater and held my breath, hoping she would go away. But when my lungs threatened to take in soapy bathwater, I surfaced to find her still sitting there.
I couldn’t exit that bathroom fast enough. My parents were never very demonstrative when I was growing up. Why did she require me to fill her in on my antics between the sheets?
Maybe it was her attempt to be my friend, to…
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