Tuesday, August 27, 2002
This morning I'm a bit down. The movie didn't cheer me up much because we had a bit of an argument afterwards. B— said that if the main character had been a man doing the same things to a woman in the same situation as Jennifer Aniston's character women would have trashed the movie for its sexism. I didn't know what he was talking about (still don't) and it got me pissed off. Why did I care so much? Is it the hormones? Am I still feeling emotional because of mom? I kind of snapped at him and he was pretty quiet after that. Even this morning things weren't normal between us.
Home now. B— has gone out. Still a bit pissed off about last night, though I think he's being a bit of a baby, stretching it this far.
Decided to call mom and let her know what I think. I'm glad I did. We actually managed to have an adult conversation for a change. She apologized for not being more supportive and said that B— seemed very nice and that René liked him very much. Whatever! I didn't tell her about the stuffed fish. Nobody's perfect, I guess, and at least she's not alone.
Of course she had to give me a little speech about abortion; how it's every woman's right to control her body. No kidding! That's why you should be more supportive, mom… You did what you wanted to do, and I'll do what I want.
Anyway, she said she'd come to town sometime in the fall and that we should have dinner together. The three of us. That was nice.
I guess I have to tell dad now. Or else he'll see me with a toddler in three years time and wonder whether he'd missed the news or had just forgotten about it.
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