I Love My Mummy

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Oh, don’t wait up for me, Morn,” I said airily. “We’ll probably bring the morning home with us. We have a lot to talk about, don’t we, Les?” This heady Freudian stew reaches peak distillation during a game in which the women compete for the privilege of sleeping in one of the suites that has a hot tub. As the guys stand in line, shirtless, each blindfolded mom approaches, teetering on stiletto heels, and paws at the men’s bare, muscled torsos to identify which belongs to her son. The intermingling of the erotic and the maternal in this scene, with its winking sanctioned trespass, seemed downright pornographic. And, though I watched until the bitter end, I could sympathize with a friend who told me, “I felt so ashamed I was watching that I turned it off after thirty minutes.”

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The story goes like many young love affairs do. I married the boyfriend, we moved from small apartment to a feral cat ridden street just outside of Detroit. We got a dog and a KitchenAid mixer. We made love, we made children, and we made a huge, gigantic mess of our lives. Ah, now, honey, don’t you get mad at me,” said Daddy, almost whining. “I never was much of a fighter I accepted what was going to happen. I let her do what she had to do. It’s better that way—we’re still friends.” Then he added slyly, “Even at my age, a man’s got to have a lady friend.”

I t didn’t work, and Mom started developing “friendships,” which Daddy didn’t like, but didn’t object to, because Mom was the one great love of his life. I found out most of this years later. The first thing I knew about it was when 1 was eight, and Mom met me at school one day with the car full of luggage, announcing that we weren’t going to live with Daddy any more. We drove to a city I forget and spent two weeks in a two-room hotel suite. We slept late every morning, and went to the movies a lot. And every night one of Mom’s “friends” would take us out to a glorious restaurant for dinner. I grew fat and spoiled, and had a nice time, but I missed my quiet daddy and his neat accountant’s hands. We said good night and for the first time, he kissed me, chastely, on the cheek. So I was pleasantly surprised when he began to write me from college. Not regularly, of course—why are men such awful letter-writers?—but then, l hadn’t expected him to write at all. The first letter, about a month after he left for college, was full of new slang I didn’t understand, great enthusiasm about college life, and nothing at all about what it was like to be finally studying to become what he ‘wanted to be. He wanted to be an architect, and had been accepted at a good college. He knew it would be tough, and long, not very rewarding, financially, at first. But he had great ideas about buildings he wanted to design, not just individual buildings or houses, but whole complicated groups of them. Communities—acres of houses, clustered around shopping facilities, churches, schools. Roads and sidewalks planned so that children could walk to school without once crossing a street. Factories built underground. Beth also wonders if her nagging drove Les into Mom’s arms. She’s being way too hard on herself! Beth’s father encourages tolerance and forgiveness, reminding her that no one is perfect. He was silent a long moment, then sat down again. “That—that couldn’t be helped, Beth,” he sighed. “I just wasn’t—man enough, for her. It was better this way. Believe me.”

I have an extremely high libido,” a fifty-nine-year-old woman named April says. Another woman, also named April, who is forty-three, wants to date a younger man because “a lot of guys that are older they are, like, in papa mode, and I want to get a chance to do me a little.” Kelle, who is fifty, has realized that she “can teach younger men a lot of things,” the specifics of which she might not be able to “say on TV.” (She also has an alter ego named “Disco Mommy” who “loves house music.”) Well, this house is built as a home, not as a nursery school. I have more rooms than I need, and not enough for the kids. All I really need is an upstairs, and then I can turn the whole downstairs into a nursery school.” Well, in case you haven’t noticed, there’s a slight slump in the building business in this part of the state. The firm just doesn’t have enough work for me to do. They gave me two weeks’ severance pay, so I guess that should prove it wasn’t my fault.” Now that your inner teenager is all grown up, you have a chance to relive those fantasies in a safer and easier manner. Now the hot mom down the street is as close as your computer or your smartphone , and you can enjoy their talents, their hard core videos and even their hot live shows to your heart’s desire. No, not angry,” he said, shaking his head resignedly. “Sad, yes. Sad that it didn’t work out. She’s a wonderful woman. Those were the happiest years of my life. I hated to see them end. But your mother wasn’t happy with me. She wanted more out of life than I could give and she had more to give than I could take. I could see that. So when the time came, and I knew it was going to come, sooner or later, I just let it happen.”Mom tried to wake me for school, but it was hopeless. I slept all morning, the sound of the children’s laughter downstairs mingling with my dreams. By lunchtime, I was up and around, but still floating on air. I wandered into the kitchen while Mom was serving sandwiches to the kids. It was a beautiful day. Now you just listen, Miss Beth. You’re young, and you think you know enough about life to sit in judgment about your mother. Well, let me tell you, there isn’t anybody in this world that has a right to say what’s right or what’s wrong for somebody else. What’s right for you isn’t right for her. Every person is a special case. Just so long’s they don’t hurt anybody else, what a person does with their own life is their business.” It was exasperating. I was beginning to transfer some of my anger to Daddy. After all, in a sense, he was an injured party, too.