“You’re not going to emasculate him, are you?”
I finally sucked it up and told my mother that I’m getting married. After she asked all the usual questions, which I obfuscated, this one came.
“Emasculate him? Why would you ever think I would do a thing like that?”
“I’ve seen you with your other boyfriends. Remember that boyfriend you had when you were 18?”
“Oh, yeah, but, like, what did I do?”
“Wow, you really don’t know yourself, do you?”
“Well, yeah, I know myself, I was just curious what gave it away. Yeah, of course I emasculate my boyfriends, but you don’t even know the half of it. Guess I should learn how to hide that shit more.”
