Stepson
by Scott Hardie on January 28, 2008
She hasn't come out and told me yet, but it seems pretty clear that my mom is engaged, or at least planning to get married to her boyfriend. I wish them both happiness, especially my mom after eleven solitary years as a widow. This is great news for both of them! My only reservation is how briefly they've been dating (a month, but I think they got engaged after two weeks) and whether that much time is sufficient foundation. But hey, they're much older than I am, so I can't put myself in their shoes, and besides, I wouldn't want them passing judgment if the tables were turned. I'm glad and happy for them!
What do adults become when their parents re-marry? Will I be a stepson? Will Andy's four children in their fifties become my step-siblings, and what of their kids? I have it hard enough just re-learning the names of Kelly's leagues of cousins. I imagine life will go on as it has, except now there will be one more person on the couch when we get together once a week for Survivor. That sounds pretty good to me.
Three Replies to Stepson
Anna Gregoline | January 28, 2008
Congrats to your mom!
My parents have some friends who got married a week after knowing each other - they've been together 30 years now. So who knows! Love is mysterious...
Jackie Mason | January 31, 2008
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