I didn’t tell my parents about the break-up with J. I was just getting ready to tell them that I was dating someone, that it was serious, that we’d been together five months, that we’d dated last year and got back together, and it all turned on a dime last month. I then started thinking about friends I hadn’t told and I started to wonder why I had kept somewhat silent with certain people, and had not told my parents when it was really a happy situation and I was in love.
I talked with my mom last week, and mentioned an article in the NYT about Chelsea Clinton‘s upcoming wedding. My mom knew most of the details, including the location of Rhinebeck, New York. The last time my parents were in New York state, they’d visited nearby Hudson.
Did you see that Astor Courts was built to resemble the Grand Trianon at Versailles? She wasn’t familiar with that detail.
“Oh, so you saw the article …?” I asked, thinking it had been reprinted in a Chicago paper. “No,” she replied. “I read it on some web site.”